And now the purple dust of twilight time Steals across the meadors of my heart. High up in the sky the little stars climb, Always reminding me that we're apart. You wandered down the lane and for away, Leaving me a songs that will not die, Love is now the stardust of yesterday, The music of the years gone by. Sometimes I wonder why I spend the lonely night. Dream of a song The melody haunts my reverie, And I am once again with you. When our love was new, and each kiss an inspiration, But that was long ago: now my consolation is in the stardust of a song. Beside a garden wall, when stars are bright, you are in my arms. The nightingare tells his fairly tale of paradise, where roses grew, Tho' I dream in vain, In my heart it will remain: My stardust melody, The memory of love's refrain.