Like a lover the morning sun
slowly rises and kisses you awake,
Your smile is soft and drowsy
as you let it play upon your face,
Oh, how I dream
I might be like the morning sun to you.
Like a lover the river wind
sighs and ripples its fingers through your hair,
Upon your cheek it lingers,
never having known a sweeter place.
Oh, how I dream
I might be like the river wind to you.
How I envy a cup that knows your lips,
Let it be me, my love
And a table that feels your fingertips,
Let it be me, let me be your love,
Bring an end to the endless days and nights
without you.
Like a lover the velvet moon
shares your pillow and watches while you sleep,
Its light arrives on tiptoe,
gently taking you in its embrace.
Oh, how I dream
I might be like the velvet moon to you.