Harlequin Melodies
Harlequin Melodies
A trip through the nice fantasies
Where baby red roses endlessly wind
Their ways through the meadows
Of my sleeping mind
Gently my love come to me
Cool is the gra** 'neath the trees
Soft is the sunshine
That spills from the dew
Tiny reflections of me loving you
Then I awake and its dawn
They say what is gone is always gone
Yet baby red roses still endlessly wind
Their way through the meadows
Of my empty mind