In the silence of the garden   Moths arising on the wind   And the Beast is pondering love, love, love   Till the rusty nails grow dim      I can't seem to make you mine   Through the long and lonely night   And I try so hard, darling   But the crowd pulled you away   Through the ribbons and the rain   And the ivy coiled around my hand      So I lingered with the people   In the silent August glade   But the rain has brought the night   And the night has brought the rain      I can't seem to make you mine   Through the long and lonely night   And I try so hard, darling   But the crowd pulled you away   Through the ribbons and the rain   And the ivy coiled around my hand