Ain't it a beautiful night? (Floyd Carlisle, compositeur; Rene Fleming, soprano)

Ain't it a pretty night!

The sky's so dark and velvet-like

and it's all lit up with stars.

It's like a great big mirror

reflectin' fireflies over a pond.

Look at all them stars, Little Bat.

The longer y' look, the more y' see.

The sky seems so heavy with stars

that it might fall right down out of heaven

and cover us all up in one big blanket of velvet

all stitched with diamon's.

Ain't it a pretty night.

Just think, those stars can all peep down

an' see way beyond where we can:

They can see way beyond them mountains

to Nashville and Asheville an' Knoxville.