In the chapel in the moonlightrichard himber there's a little old church that's covered with mosswhere i held your hand tenderlyi often go there to gaze at the crossand dream that you'll come back to mehow i'd love to hear the organin the chapel in the moonlightwhile we're strolling down the aislewhere roses entwinehow i'd love to hear you whisper in the chapel in the moonlightfor the love light in your eyesforever will shinetill the roses turn to ashestill the organ turns to rustif you never come, i'll still be theretill the moonlight turns to dusthow i'd love to hear the choirin the chapel in the moonlight as they sing, "oh promise me