Like a lover,
the morning sun slowly rises and kisses you awake.
Your smile is soft and fussy as you let it lay
upon your face.
Oh,
how I dream I might be like the morning sun to you.
I might be like the morning sun to you.
I might be like the morning sun.
Like a lover, the river wind
sighs and ripples its fingers through your hair.
Upon your cheek it lingers, never having known
a sweeter place.
Oh,
how I dream I might be like the river wind to you.
I might be like the river wind.
I might be like the river wind.
How I envy the cup that knows your lips.
Let it be me.
Let me be your love.
And the table that feels your fingertips.
Let it be me.
Let me be your love.
Endless days and nights
without you.
Ooh.
Ooh.
Like a lover, the velvet moon
shares your pillow and
watches while you sleep.
Its light arrives on tiptoe, gently take you in,
in its embrace.
Oh,
how I dream I might be like the velvet moon to you.
How I envy the cup that knows your lips.
Let it be me.
Let me be your love.
And the table that feels your fingertips.
Let it be me.
Let me be your love.
Endless days and nights
without you.
Ooh. Ooh. Like a lover, the velvet moon
shares your pillow and watches while you sleep.
Its light arrives on tiptoe, gently take you in,
in its embrace.
Oh,
how I dream I might be like the velvet moon.
I might be like the velvet moon.
I might be like the velvet moon
to you.
I might be like the moon and sun to you.
I might be like the velvet moon to you.
I might be like the moon and sun to you.
I might be like the velvet moon to you.