Night Mist
ABRAMS, VICTOR, BERLIN, MURRAY
You are like the night mist
Strange and yet inviting
Strange and yet exciting me so
In your mystic ways
You are like the night mist
Cold and unassuring
Why do you keep luring me on
Making me obey
Must you always taunt me
With your fascinating charm I know so well
Must you always haunt me
When I'd rather be alone out of your spell
Now your arms enfold me
Ever more to hold me
You are like the night mist
And I never will be free
You are like the night mist
And I never will be free