| Like a lover, the morning sun |
| Slowly rises and kisses you awake |
| Your smile is soft and drowsy |
| As you let it play upon your face |
| Oh, how I dream I might be like the morning sun to you |
| Like a lover, the river wind |
| Sighs and ripples its fingers through your hair |
| Upon your cheek, it lingers |
| Never having known a sweeter place |
| Oh, how I dream I might be like the river wind to you |
| How I envy a cup that knows your lips |
| Let it be me, my love |
| And a table that feels your fingertips |
| Let it be me |
| Let me be your love |
| Bring an end to the endless days and nights |
| Without you |
| Like a lover, the velvet moon |
| Shares your pillow and watches while you sleep |
| Its light arrives on tiptoe |
| Gently taking you in its embrace |
| Oh, how I dream I might be like the velvet moon to you |
| Like a lover, the velvet moon |
| Shares your pillow and watches while you sleep |
| Its light arrives on tiptoe |
| Gently taking you in its embrace |
| Oh, how I dream I might be like the velvet moon to you |
| I might be like the morning sun to you |
| I might be like the river wind to you |
| I might be like the velvet moon to you |