Myrna Loy

Let me stay with you a while and tell old, old stories
 Of your oft electric laughter and your charms
 How you came out of Montana with a wolf pup at your heels
 And a snow white rabbit huddled in your arms
 In the darkness, in the darkness
 In the darkness
 Remember, hey, those Gold Rush days are the gold dust in the mud
 From Main St. leading all the way to Alder
 With sunset turned the color of a lover's throated blush
 And with moonrise, blazed some new and silver river
 In the darkness, in the darkness
 In the darkness
 The minister was bloodless and the preachers were on fire
 And mahātmās sang their love songs in nasturtiums
 But if he, or they, or any of their masters called my name
 I was in your holy temple and never heard them
 In the darkness, in the darkness
 In the darkness
 Remember, hey, those Gold Rush days, some last chance ghost saloon
 And you, and I, and all the miners watching
 As shadows danced across a screen as quiet as the moon
 Without sound if you're resignifying all things
 The whole town was alive that night as we floated down the street
 Through fist fights, cowboy police, parlor women
 And the light from the projector seemed to grow within your soul
 Like an old bull-throated songbird in its prison
 In the darkness, in the darkness
 In the darkness
 They're tearing down the movies now, not a stone upon a stone
 All dust is dust no matter how celestial
 But I, who tasted hornet juice and honey on the rose
 Would you survive for all their cold memorials?
 Still every now and then sometimes when the night sky gets so bright
 And no Bethlehem of stars could match its burning
 I go out into the fields until I can feel you by my side
 And my memory is a book of gold thrown open
 And you rode a white horse, the queen of the harvest kissed your cheek
 The boys all took one look and found that they could no longer speak
 In the darkness, in the darkness
 In the darkness