I heard the music when true love called, A song sent from heaven on silver wings. The whole world was dreaming, Wisps of light streaming As the stars spilled their magic upon you and me. The tune was more lovely Than the nightingale's song, More delicate than a weeping rose, Yet as powerful as the sun rising To spread golden ribbons of warmth at dawn. And I bow down before you, The one my eyes pine to behold, My soul dreaming, Heart beaming, I swear that I shall love and adore you.