I lay quietly in my bed as I listen
to the calls of the wild.
Each creature beacons his or her mate
with its on song of love.
The wild birds take flight and soar above.
The search always ends in love.
Oh, to be a wild creature of the night.
What more could a lover ask for?
Than the stars shining bright.
To find love in the moonlight.
Oh, to be a wild creature of the night.
As their song tells love to come in flight.
While the stars are shining so bright.
Songs of love in the moonlight.
Oh, to be a wild creature of the night.