Drifting on the tide of changes,
Faded memories and fault,
Softly she appears beside me,
And whispers words of love in my ear.
 
She, is my song of love,
She, is my summer unending,
She, is my morning sun,
My only dream, my song of love.
 
Lying with her head on my shoulder,
Gazing at the moon so still,
Gently she puts her arms around me,
Her shining eyes say more that words can tell.
 
She, is my song of love,
She, is my summer unending,
She, is my morning sun,
My only dream, my song of love.
 
She, is my song of love,
She, is my summer unending,
She, is my morning sun,
My only dream, my song of love.
 
She, is my morning sun,
My only dream, my song of love.