What a sight for my eyes

to see you in sleep.

Could it stop the sun rise

hearing you weep?

You're not seen, you're not heard

but I stand by my word.

Came a thousand miles

just to catch you while you're smiling.



What a day for laughter

and walking at night.

Me following after, your hand holding tight.

And the memory stays clear with the song that you hear.

If I can but make

the words awake the feeling.



What a reason for waiting

and dreaming of dreams.

So here's hoping you've faith in impossible schemes,

that are born in the sigh of the wind blowing by

while the dimming light brings the end to a night of loving.