All Too Soon
We strolled along the milky way,
on that balmy night in June,
but there the air was much too rare,
so we stayed till all too soon.
My love, she turned and said to me,
“Oh, my, how late the hour.
Shall we return back home my dear,
to our humble earthy bower?”
“Oh yes,” says I, with starry eye,
and as we passed the moon,
“Perhaps we’ll come tomorrow night,
and stay till all too soon.”