Nights in White Satin
(Justin Hayward, 1967)

Nights in white satin 
never reaching the end. 
Letters I've written
never meaning to send. 
Beauty I'd always missed 
with these eyes before. 
Just what the [bad word] is 
I can't say anymore. 

'Cause I love you, 
yes I love you, 
oh, how I love you. 

Gazing at people 
some hand in hand 
just what I'm going though 
they can't understand. 
Some try to tell me 
thoughts they cannot defend 
just what you want to be 
you'll be in the end. 

And I love you, 
yes I love you, 
oh, how I love you. 

...

Nights in white satin 
never reaching the end. 
Letters I've written
never meaning to send. 
Beauty I'd always missed 
with these eyes before. 
Just what the [bad word] is 
I can't say anymore. 

'Cause I love you, 
yes I love you, 
oh, how I love you.