Where sleeps the meadowlark
Where flowers bloom in near pitch dark
Where butterflies retire and fireflies light up the lea
Where constellations drift
Where circumstance presents a gift
Oh, the wondrous serendipity
I thought, "Oh, what if he proposes?"
By the evening primroses
In the middle of the night, our love blossomed too
I thought, "Oh, what if he proposes?"
By the evening primroses
Where barnyard owls stir
Where petals every eve recur
Where crickets sing and couples fling through the night
Where dots adorn the atmosphere
Where yellow buds make souvenirs
Oh, the flourishes delight
You thought, "Oh, what if he proposes?"
By the evening primroses
In the middle of the night, our love blossomed too
You thought, "Oh, what if he proposes?"
By the evening primroses
"Oh, what if he proposes?"
"Oh, what if he proposes?"
You thought, "Oh, what if he proposes?"
("Oh, what if he proposes?")
By the evening primroses
(By the evening primroses)
In the middle of the night, our love blossomed too
You thought, "Oh, what if he proposes?"
By the evening primroses
You thought, "Oh, what if he proposes?"
("Oh, what if he proposes?")
By the evening primroses
(By the evening primroses)
In the middle of the night, our love blossomed too
You thought, "Oh, what if he proposes?"
By the evening primroses