When the starlight sparks the sky, there are certain flowers, That fills the night time air with intoxicating powers, And, as the cloak of evening with its darkest hue is telling, So is the scent of jasmine and pink primrose most compelling.
When the sun has long gone down, and daylight has been spent, They overcome the air with their mesmerizing scent, Patiently, appealingly, they wait until the night, And then they fascinate as they bloom with all their might.
From White Angel's Trumpet I have taken a wise cue: They blossom just at night time, and I blossom just for you. So when the fall of night creeps into its midnight hour, I will open up and become your midnight flower.
Remember as you see that the midnight hour is coming, That to sweet perfume, with delight, you soon will be succumbing! And as the sky is deepening to its blackest, deepest hue, Remember that I blossom, and I blossom just for you.
