Wild nights, were I with thee
Wild nights should be our luxury
Futile the winds to a heart in port
Done with the compass, done with the chart
I sang to use the waiting
I didn’t have to try
I’ll shut the door to my house
No more to seek have I Such a little thing to weep
So short a thing to sigh
And yet by trades the size of these
We men and women die
You say goodnight
Like starting tonight
You plan to say it the rest of my life
Wild nights, were I with thee
Wild nights should be our luxury
Futile the winds to a heart in port
Done with the compass, done with the chart
Such a little thing to weep
So short a thing to sigh
And yet by trades the size of these
We men and women die
You walk outside
And for a short time
It seems just like for keeps
And for life
Do I dare write
The words or recite
On of the off chance
That this might be right