it felt like springtime on this february morning
in the courtyard birds were singing your praise
i'm still recalling things you said to make me feel
alright, i carry them with me today now
as i lay me down to sleep, yes i pray, that you will hold me dear
though i'm far away, i whisper your name, into the sky
and i will wake up happy
i wonder why i feel so high, while i'm not above my sorrow
heavy hearted 'til you call my name
and it sounds like churchbells or the whistle of a train
on a summer evening I want to meet you there, i'm barely breathing
it's not too near for me, like a flower i need the rain
though it's not real to me, every season has its change
and i will see you when the sun comes out again