Harlequin melodies,
A trip through the night's fantasies
Where baby, red roses endlessly wind
Their way through the meadows of mine, sleepy mind.
Gently my love come to me
Cool is the gra** neath the tree
Soft is the sunshine that spills from the dew
Tiny reflections of me loving you.
Then I wake and it's gone
They say, what is gone's, always gone
Yet baby, red roses still endlessly wind
Their way through the meadows of mine, sleepy mind...