Spike Jones Deep Purple
When the deep purple falls, over sleepy garden walls,
And the stars begin to flicker in the sky,
Through the mist of a memory, you wander back to me,
Breathing my name with a sigh.
In the still of the night, once again I hold you tight,
Though you're gone, your love lives on
When moonlight beams.
And as long as my heart will beat, lover, we'll always
meet,
Here in my deep purple dreams.
