If I can find you in a sky so black
That the moon won't shine there anymore
Where the sun has tucked his head away
In grief, so that it rains and pours
Then surely you'lll remember me
Where the season is always spring
And blossoms sway in a gentle breeze
So soft and sweet it seems to sing
And petals from the fields of lilies
Soft and white as a bowl of cream
Caress you cheek ever so gently
As if to wake you from a dream
