Written by: Neil Diamond
Longfellow serenade (referring to lyrical prose of Longfellow's works)
Such were the plans I'd made (Longfellow planned for seven years to win the heart of Fanny)
For she was a lady (reference to Fanny Appleton)
And I was a dreamer (Longfellow's profession of poet was considered to be for dreamers)
With only words to trade (Poets use of words is what makes poetry)
You know that I was born for a night like this (Even as a child Longfellow wrote poetry)
Warmed by a stolen kiss (Longfellow courted Fanny for seven years!!)
For I was lonely (Longfellow was very lonely and depressed after the death of his first wife Mary)
And she was lonely (Fanny was traveling around Europe with her father Nathan Appleton)
Ride, come on baby, ride (referring to The Ride of Paul Revere)
Let me make your dreams come true (Neil, like, HWL is making promises for love)
I'll sing my song (Songs are really poetry with a melody)
let me sing my song
Let me make it warm for you (metaphor for getting the romance going)
I'll weave this web of rhyme (metaphor in reference to the lyrical style of Longfellow's poetry)
Upon this summer night
We'll leave this worldly time (a metaphor for just being together and forgetting everything else)
On his winged flight (In many of Longfellow's poem he talks about "winged flights"-Birds of Passage)
Then come, and as we lay
Beside this sleepy glade (Sleeply glade is poetic and used in Longfellow's "The Spirit of Poetry")
There I'll sing to you
My Longfellow serenade
Longfellow Serenade
Such were the plans I made
But she was a lady
As deep as the river (poetic metaphor describing the woman's complexity as deep as a river)
And through the night, we stayed
And in my way, I loved her as none before
Loved her with words and more (reference to a poets use of words to express love and feelings)
For she was lonely
And I was lonely
Ride, come on baby, ride
Let me make your dreams come true
I'll sing my song
Let me sing my song
Let me make it warm for you
I'll weave this web of rhyme
Upon this summer night
We'll leave this worldly time
On his winged flight
Then come, and as we lay
Beside this sleepy glade
There I'll sing to you
My Longfellow Serenade


Music is the universal language of mankind.- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow