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