Night Blooming Jasmine

Night Blooming Jasmine
Never would come out to play
Until the shades of the sunny day
Would fade away

And Night Blooming Jasmine
Sings at La Barre de la Rose en Paris
They say her voice can set lovers free
But in her eyes, you can see

The shades of a love, that passed her by
'Neath the stare of the sun on an African July
And you can ask but she'll never tell you why
That till this day when she sees the sun she cries

Deep as a canyon, and soft
As a honey-sweet scent on the wind
That captivates your soul
As the evening breeze begins

That's the sound of her voice
At La Barre de la Rose
When the drum calls the tune
And the saxophone blows

And she'll sing to the dawn
Of the love that she's known
'Till each night, before the sun comes up
A taxi takes her home alone

So if you go traveling
Make sure to drop by La Barre de la Rose
The greatest thing you'll ever know
May still be known

From the sound of her voice, and the look in her eye
And the stare of the sun on an African July
And you can ask but she'll never tell you why

Night Blooming Jasmine, why do you cry?
Why do you cry?