I wish upon my midnight dream
that she would smile on eternity.
Alas we toil for meat and cloth
and days of sorrow sometimes pass.
Alas…
But we walk as friends in love
and any harsh rocky day
is but a loose moment
that will soon slip away.
Alas, the heart will stay.
Her songs are sung in her eyes
and her dancing is from her lips.
She’s a living charm…
Fitting snuggly under my arm.
