Isn’t It a Lovely Night? The Decemberists

[Verse 1: Becky Stark]
Isn't it a lovely night?
And so alive with fireflies providing us their holy light
And here we made a bed of boughs
And thistledown that we had found to lay upon the dewy ground

[Chorus: Becky Stark]
And isn't it a lovely way
We got in from our play?
Isn't it, babe?
A sweet little baby

[Verse 2: Becky Stark & Colin Meloy]
Wasn't it a lovely breeze that swept the leaves
Of arbor eaves and bent to brush our blushing knees?
And here we died our little deaths and we were left
To catch our breaths so swiftly lifting from our chests

[Chorus: Becky Stark & Colin Meloy]
And isn't it a lovely way
We got in from our play?
Isn't it, babe?
A sweet little baby