I walked by the light of the silver moon Where winds blow and aspens quiver; Where the streams sing an amusing tune To the far away river. This is a time for tears and song A tender touch and love's sweet laughter; Could the night hold us too long If we love more in the hereafter? Under the aspens shadows linger Unafraid of the moon's silver light; Stretching forth her long white finger To touch the blue shadows of night. Hold me close in the whispers of gloom That veil your dear form and face; As phantom arms reach out to entomb Two lovers in a cold embrace.