Where the nightingale is singing
And the white moon beams.
“There’s a long, long night of waiting
Until my dreams all come true,
Till the day when I’ll be going down
That long, long trail with you.”
“Feeling good, ain’t they?”
“Too good to suit me.”
“So you don’t let them get hold of that wheel, Miss. They’ll be all right.”
“I hope so. I’ve got no business out with a pair of drunks, I know that. But what could I do? I told them I wouldn’t go with them, but then they started to go off by themselves.”