Tony Bennett That Night
The snow was on the hill
The fields were soft and white
We touched and time stood still
On that hill, on that night
Your glances said, “Begin,
Begin this strange affair”
Your glances begged, “Begin”
And we loved sweetly then
Time will pass
Memories fade
Of a bold, bizarre charade
Of a kiss in the night
Out of time and sight
The snow was on the hill
The fields were soft and white
We touched and time stood still
On that hill, on that night
