The Night We Called It - Frank Sinatra

There was a moon out in space

But a cloud drifted over its face

You kissed me and went on your way

The night we called it a day

I heard the song of the spheres

Like a minor lament in my ears

I hadn’t the heart left to pray

The night we called it a day

Soft through the dark

The hoot of an owl in the sky

Sad though his song

No bluer than he was I

The moon went down, stars were gone

But the sun didn’t rise with the dawn

There wasn’t a thing left to say

The night we called it a day

Soft through the dark

The hoot of an owl in the sky

Sad though his song

No bluer than he was I

The moon went down, stars were gone

But the sun didn’t rise with the dawn

There wasn’t a thing left to say

The night we called it a day