Oh why do the leaves of the mulberry tree whisper differently now? And why is the nightingale singing at noon on the mulberry bough? For some most mysterious reason this isnât garden I know⦠No, itâs paradise now that was only a garden a moment a go. Take my hand I'm a stranger in paradise All lost in a wonderland a stranger in paradise If I stand starry-eyed that's the danger in paradise For mortals who stand beside an angel like you I saw your face and I ascended Out of the commonplace into the rare Somewhere in space I hang suspended Until I know there's a chance that you care Won't you answer this fervent prayer Of a stranger in paradise Don't send me in dark despair from all that I hunger for But open your angel's arms to this stranger in paradise And tell him that he need be a stranger no more.