In the chapel in the moonlight (Under ekars djupa grönska) T&M: Billy Hill There's little old church that's coverd with moss Where I held your hand tenderly I often go there to gaze at the cross and dream that you'll come back to me: How I'd love to hear the organ, in the chapel in the moonligt, while we're strolling down the aisle, where roses entwine. How I'd love to hear you whisper, in the chapel in the moonlight. That the lovelight in your eyes, forever will shine. Till the roses turn to ashes, till the organ turns to rust. If you never come, I'll still be there. Till the moonlight turns to dust. How I'd love to hear the choir, in the chapel in the moonlight as they sing: "Oh! Promise me!" Forever be mine.