Dreams
Tears on my pillow, pillow in my arm,
dreaming of my darling, her body so warm.
She isn't any more, died eight month ago,
the sun is gone for ever, I miss her so.
In dreams I see her lovely face,
her tenderness and all her grace,
I feel her heart, I feel her love,
I hear her voice from high above.
When I awake, the pillow wet,
I'm so lonely in my bed,
I'm so lonely all day long,
and my longing is so strong.
Another day, another night,
I'm waiting for the latest flight
to my darling, where she waits,
opening all heaven's gates.
