You were not here with her tonight
To watch the fireflies
Turn on and off their little light.
She missed your breathless, wondering cry
At the glorious concert of birdsong
In the woods nearby;
She watched alone as the evening star
Slid down the western sky.

She's sure she was mistaken but it seemed
The fireflies had lost some of their light;
The evening star somehow did not seem as bright;
The nightbird's glorious song became a sigh
As thought it missed you quite as much as she.