Letras: Michael Feinstein. At Last We're Alone.

The twinkling of the fireflies
The winding mountain trail
The stars reflected in your eyes
The distant nightingale

Combined to engage
In setting the stage
For just us two

Well, at last we're alone
Far away on our own
Far away from the loud and curious crowd
Away from the phone

You are safe as a bird in a tree
What threat could there possibly be?
Except me

Yes, at last we're alone
Absolutely alone
With a green little knoll
Performing the role of our chaperone

Don't holler for help
No, not even one little yelp
'Cause it's sweet to be
Such a treat to be alone

You are safe as a bird in a tree
What threat could there possibly be?
Except me

Yes, at last we're alone
Absolutely alone
With a green little knoll
Performing the role of our chaperone

Don't holler for help
No, not even one little yelp
'Cause it's sweet to be
Such a treat to be alone