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