It’s 1924. All is going well in 28 year old Scott’s life. He is contemplating the title of a new novel based on his and Zelda’s life. Tender Is The Night will take him 6 years to complete.

Oh how tender is the night
A lover’s story
When  your eyes are full of stars
How they shine, the way I know
That mine are shining
When I hold you in my arms, dear

Oh how beautiful the moon
In all its glory
Dancing silver in your hair
If tomorrow you should go
I’ll still remember, oh
How tender is the night

Oh how tender is the night
These precious hours
Sky above the deepest blue
Wish that I could only stop
The world from turning
Hold this rhapsody forever

Oh how beautiful her face
Upturned to heaven
Full of wonder and delight
If tomorrow never shows
This happy fool still knows
How tender is the night