Where the blue of the night meets the gold of the day,
Someone waits for me.
And the gold of her hair crowns the blue of her eyes,
Like a halo tenderly.
If only I could see her, oh how happy I would be,
Where the blue of the night meets the gold of the day,
Someone waits for me.
Submitted by walter at Fri 29 Feb, 2008 8:51 pm