| Song | Midnight Sun |
| Artist | Al Jarreau |
| Album | Accentuate The Positive |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Your lips were like a red and ruby chalice, | |
| Warmer than the summer night | |
| The clouds were like an alabaster palace | |
| Rising to a starry height. | |
| Each star its own aurora borealis | |
| Suddenly you held me tight, | |
| I could see the Midnight Sun. | |
| I can't explain the silver rain that found me— | |
| Or was that a moonlight veil? | |
| The music of the universe around me, | |
| Or was that a nightingale? | |
| And then your arms miraculously found | |
| Me, suddenly the sky turned pale, | |
| I could see the Midnight Sun | |
| Midnight Sun | |
| Was there such a night, | |
| It's a thrill I still don't quite believe, | |
| And yet when you were gone, | |
| There was still some stardust on | |
| My sleeve. | |
| The flame of it may dwindle to an ember, | |
| And the stars forget to shine, | |
| Or I may see the meadow in December, | |
| Icy white and crystalline. | |
| But oh my darling always I'll remember | |
| When your lips were close to mine, | |
| I saw the Midnight Sun. |
| Your lips were like a red and ruby chalice, | |
| Warmer than the summer night | |
| The clouds were like an alabaster palace | |
| Rising to a starry height. | |
| Each star its own aurora borealis | |
| Suddenly you held me tight, | |
| I could see the Midnight Sun. | |
| I can' t explain the silver rain that found me | |
| Or was that a moonlight veil? | |
| The music of the universe around me, | |
| Or was that a nightingale? | |
| And then your arms miraculously found | |
| Me, suddenly the sky turned pale, | |
| I could see the Midnight Sun | |
| Midnight Sun | |
| Was there such a night, | |
| It' s a thrill I still don' t quite believe, | |
| And yet when you were gone, | |
| There was still some stardust on | |
| My sleeve. | |
| The flame of it may dwindle to an ember, | |
| And the stars forget to shine, | |
| Or I may see the meadow in December, | |
| Icy white and crystalline. | |
| But oh my darling always I' ll remember | |
| When your lips were close to mine, | |
| I saw the Midnight Sun. |
| Your lips were like a red and ruby chalice, | |
| Warmer than the summer night | |
| The clouds were like an alabaster palace | |
| Rising to a starry height. | |
| Each star its own aurora borealis | |
| Suddenly you held me tight, | |
| I could see the Midnight Sun. | |
| I can' t explain the silver rain that found me | |
| Or was that a moonlight veil? | |
| The music of the universe around me, | |
| Or was that a nightingale? | |
| And then your arms miraculously found | |
| Me, suddenly the sky turned pale, | |
| I could see the Midnight Sun | |
| Midnight Sun | |
| Was there such a night, | |
| It' s a thrill I still don' t quite believe, | |
| And yet when you were gone, | |
| There was still some stardust on | |
| My sleeve. | |
| The flame of it may dwindle to an ember, | |
| And the stars forget to shine, | |
| Or I may see the meadow in December, | |
| Icy white and crystalline. | |
| But oh my darling always I' ll remember | |
| When your lips were close to mine, | |
| I saw the Midnight Sun. |