(A.C. Jobim, G. Lees)

[Recorded Januare 31, 1967, Hollywood]



Quiet nights of quiet stars quiet chords from my guitar

Floating on the silence that surrounds us.

Quiet thoughts and quiet dreams quiet walks by quiet streams

And a window looking on the mountains and the sea, how lovely

This is where I want to be here with you so close to me

Until the final flicker of life's ember.

I who was lost and lonely believing love was only

A bitter tragic joke, have found with you, the meaning of existence, oh my love.