What a sight for my eyes
  to see you in sleep.
  Could it stop the sun rise
  hearing you weep?
  You're not seen, you're not heard
  but I stand by my word.
  Came a thousand miles
  just to catch you while you're smiling.
    What a day for laughter
  and walking at night.
  Me following after, your hand holding tight.
  And the memory stays clear with the song that you hear.
  If I can but make
  the words awake the feeling.
    What a reason for waiting
  and dreaming of dreams.
  So here's hoping you've faith in impossible schemes,
  that are born in the sigh of the wind blowing by
  while the dimming light brings the end to a night of loving.