And now the purple dusk of twilight time Steals across the meadows of my heart; High up in the sky the little stars climb, Always reminding me that we're apart.
You wonder down the lane and far away, Leaving me a song that will not die; Love is now the Star Dust of yesterday, The music of the years gone by.
Sometimes I wonder why I spend the lonely night, Dreaming 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 Star Dust of a song.
Beside a garden wall, When stars are bright, You are in my arms, The nightingale tells his fairy tale Of paradise where roses grew. Tho' I dream in vain, In my heart it will remain: My Star Dust melody, The memory of love's refrain.