Every night the sun goes down And the moon comes up You get one more chance to be good. There's no romance in repetition. Every morning the moon goes down And the sun comes up It's an honest tradition. Joy, like love and sleep, evades its pursuers But it lets itself be found. The poem fails when it's too far from the song Song fails when it's too far from a dance. There's no repetition in romance. I won't start drinking wine with you You're a naughty boy I know, it's a custom where you come from To kiss anyone under the sun. But we have peace and quiet, Thanks be to God. But we have no shining eyes That rise on command. Joy, like love and sleep, evades its pursuers But it lets itself be found.