Lyrics
ellen j: stewart
Gently pruning twigs of cherry with a cautious hand
Imagine scents of blossom, everywhere in grand
Standing feeling melancholy as the autumn rises
Causing him a lonely void within
Bringing back the time he cut the scarlets for her eyes
Every leaf the wind picks up something in him dies
All the petals of his bed have left and flown away
Endless craving for a chance to say
I´m still keeping faith
Fragile as the flowers in my mind
I´m holding to
A dream where passion fills my life
Wish you were here now
I´m longing for some confidence
And someone warm to sleep beside at night
Thursday nights he takes a stroll to Doris place´n´Joe´s
Suspicious of his hermit life, still bullied by his foes
Putting up to mockery, just to catch a glimpse
Sitting at her table waiting for
The wonders of a friendly face, that always lends a smile
Now and then her fingers touch, burning for a while
Leaving heavy, words unspoken, empty with regrets
Crawls back there, (to) his agonizing shell
With the spring the hope is back, flourishing his day
A garden veil of pimpernels, waiting just for her
Thinking how he should explain, wanting to convey
Hoping for the moment to occur
Still he´s keeping faith
Fragile as the flowers in his mind
Holding to
A dream where passion fills his life
Wishing for days of trust
Reaching for the strength to dare
And say the words that dwell deep down inside
I´m still keeping faith
Fragile as the flowers in my mind
I´m holding to
A dream where passion fills my life
Wish you were here now
I´m longing for some confidence
And someone warm to sleep beside at night
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