In my heart if that is where one feels I surely feel your head lying back sending peals of laughter to ring a bell the bell I ring to call you here to me Telephone, telephone please bring me news when I'm alone If it can be done I would be very grateful
Is that a horse whose footsteps I hear approaching on the run from some strange unknown danger or just my heart beating so noisily? One never really knows until it's far too late to tell
It's the sun I wait for in the morning and the moon I long to see setting in the evening When night lies ahead and day is through I'll spend some time with you