Frank Sinatra

I stand at your gate.
And the song that I sing is of moonlight.
I stand and I wait
For a touch of your hand in a june night.
The roses are sign of moonlight serenade.
The stars are all aglow.
And tonight how their light set me dreaming.
My love, do you know
That your eyes are like stars brightly beaming?
I bring you, and I sing you a moonlight serenade.