| Tonight the wind comes from afar | |
| with a distant call | |
| Scent of valleys and fields | |
| in early fall | |
| There's ache in my heart | |
| a mystery deep within the bones | |
| She lays beside me asleep | |
| She sometimes softly moans | |
| Everything I do, every word I say | |
| they're solid by the light of day | |
| The night fills with dreams | |
| I wish them real | |
| There is no deeper way to feel | |
| Oh, to feel | |
| Does she understand | |
| if I'm distant and feeling lost | |
| Hiding inside one's self | |
| is not dishonest | |
| My fingers are not crossed | |
| sometimes I don't feel | |
| as good or strong | |
| as I would like to be | |
| I'd bring peace to her heart | |
| if I could find some also for me | |
| Everything I do, every word I say | |
| they're solid by the light of day | |
| The night fills with dreams | |
| I wish them real | |
| There is no deeper way to feel | |
| Ooh... | |
| Tonight the wind comes from afar |