(From the perspective of an old man, to be read slowly)

I. hello lovely night,
it is good to see you tonight,
but my sight is not so good,
and you are not so bright.
But the air is still cold
like I remember it a very long
time ago to be, and perhaps
you are still as piercing and
dark and perfect like I remember
you to be. Oh, hello lovely night,
this may be the last night we meet.

II. Concrete.
But I don't forget
the dirt paths of my family
(we came through or the
place where I was born in
Shenandoah and I remember
the band stand and, God,
it was good.

III. Yes, yes, it is chilling,
thank you dear, I'm going to bed.
Ah, she shuts the door and I
lay down slowly and
turn off the lamp.
Good night, lovely night,
Good night, this is the last night
we meet.