Dinner is ended, the music is grand,
Softly the lanterns gleam.
Isn't it splendid to sit hand in hand,
Silently lost in a dream?
Hands across the table
While the lights are low,
Tho' you hush your lips,
Your fingertips
Tell me all I want to know.
Hands across the table
Meet so tenderly,
And they say in their little way
That you belong to me
Silence is golden, so do not reply,
And I shall understand.
All can be told in a look of your eye,
And in a touch of your hand.
Hand across the table
While the lights are low,
Tho' you hush your lips,
Your fingertips
Tell me all I want to know.
Hands across the table
Meet so tenderly,
And they say in their little way
That you belong to me