At Last We're Alone

Michael Feinstein · Sings The Hugh Martin Songbook [1995]

The twinkling of the fireflies

The winding mountain trail

The stars reflected in your eyes

The distant nightingale



Combined to engage

In setting the stage

For just us two



Well, at last we're alone

Far away on our own

Far away from the loud and curious crowd

Away from the phone



You are safe as a bird in a tree

What threat could there possibly be?

Except me



Yes, at last we're alone

Absolutely alone

With a green little knoll

Performing the role of our chaperone



Don't holler for help

No, not even one little yelp

'Cause it's sweet to be

Such a treat to be alone



You are safe as a bird in a tree

What threat could there possibly be?

Except me



Yes, at last we're alone

Absolutely alone

With a green little knoll

Performing the role of our chaperone



Don't holler for help

No, not even one little yelp

'Cause it's sweet to be

Such a treat to be alone