For you, I sacrifice my dignity,
[self]-deprecating pride for all to see,
pouring what I feel into a modern dream,
but dreams aren’t real; they’re only make believe.
Moonbeams softly sift through nocturnal shroud,
streaming seamless rays past darkened clouds
gently raining tears upon the silver land;
true love rings, but no one understands.
Music by Kenny Dorham © 1963
Lyrics by Rusty Taylor