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