Nights In White Satin

Meaning of the song of Nights In White Satin by The Moody Blues

Since its 1967 premiere, the Moody Blues' "Nights in White Satin" has captivated fans with its ethereal melodies and evocative lyrics, making it a timeless gem in the rock music genre. This timeless song weaves an emotional tapestry that appeals to listeners of all ages, transcending the confines of space and time. However, underlying its eerie beauty is a deep story that begs for reflection and interpretation.

"Nights in White Satin" is fundamentally a meditation on time passing and the transient aspect of human existence. The song, which was written by Justin Hayward, the lead singer and songwriter of the group, examines themes of love, grief, and the pursuit of purpose in the midst of life's complications. The lyrics vividly depict longing and reflection against a background of symphonic arrangements and eerie sounds.

Lyrics of the song of Nights In White Satin by The Moody Blues

Nights in white satin,

Never reaching the end,

Letters I've written,

Never meaning to send.

Beauty I'd always missed

With these eyes before,

Just what the truth is

I can't say anymore.

'Cause I love you,

Yes, I love you,

Oh, how I love you.

Gazing at people,

Some hand in hand,

Just what I'm going through

They can't understand.

Some try to tell me

Thoughts they cannot defend,

Just what you want to be

You will be in the end,

And I love you,

Yes, I love you,

Oh, how I love you.

Oh, how I love you.

Nights in white satin,

Never reaching the end,

Letters I've written,

Never meaning to send.

Beauty I'd always missed

With these eyes before,

Just what the truth is

I can't say anymore.

'Cause I love you,

Yes, I love you,

Oh, how I love you.

Oh, how I love you.

'Cause I love you,

Yes, I love you,

Oh, how I love you.

Oh, how I love you.

[Late Lament / Resolvement]

Breathe deep the gathering gloom,

Watch lights fade from every room.

Bedsitter people look back and lament,

Another day's useless energy spent.

Impassioned lovers wrestle as one,

Lonely man cries for love and has none.

New mother picks up and suckles her son,

Senior citizens wish they were young.

Cold hearted orb that rules the night,

Removes the colours from our sight.

Red is grey and yellow white.

But we decide which is right,

And which is an illusion.