When she sleeps the sleep of love
in her midnight rain,
the sprinkles fall to earth while
she dreams of love.
I hope it's me she's dreaming of.
When her gentle head inside it, rotates
gentle thoughts of her future,
I hope her brain concieves of me,
and sees my face in the candid rain--
While she sleeps this night I'll pray
that we get together in the future. |