Moderately slow

Qui-

et

nights

of

qui

-

et

stars,

qui-

et

chords

from

my

gui-

tar

float-

ing

on

the

si

-

lence

that

sur

-

rounds

us.

Qui-

et

thoughts

and

qui

-

et

dreams,

qui-

et

walks

by

qui

-

et

streams,

and

a

win-

dow

look

-

ing

on

the

moun

-

tains

and

the

sea.

How

love

-

ly!

This

is

where

I

want

to

be.

Here,

with

you

so

clo-

se

to

me,

un-

til

the

fi-

nal

flick-

er

of

life’s

em

-

ber.

I,

who

was

lost

and

lone-

ly,

be-

liev-

ing

life

was

on-

ly

a

bit-

ter,

tra-

gic

joke,

have

found

with

you

the

mean-

ing

of

ex-

ist-

ence.

Oh,

my

love.