On a picnic morning,   Without a warning,   I looked at you,   And somehow I knew . . .      It must have been moonglow,   Way up in the blue,   It must have been moonglow,   That led me straight to you . . .      I still hear you sayin'   Dear heart hold me fast,   And I start in prayin'   Oh lord, please let this last,   We . . . seem to float right through the air,   Heavenly songs seem to come from everywhere,   An' now when there's moonglow,   Way up in the blue,   I always remember,   That moonglow gave me you . . .      You and I in the sunshine,   We strolled the fields and far,   Heavenly songs seemed to come from everywhere,   And now when there's moonglow   Way up in the blue,   I always remember,   That moonglow gave me you,   That moonglow gave me you,   That moonglow gave me you . . .