Each day I wait for night to come,
So I can be alone,
With missing you and wishing
That you'd come back to me soon.
All night I wait to hear the hinges
On our old back door,
Singing out with sqeekful joy,
That you've come back once more.
And every night I light a lamp
And know that I'm still waiting,
And my love still burns so bright;
With devotion is ever constant,
Like the stars that shine at night.
(And while love might be hidden, now,
Like the stars in a cloudy sky,
I watch over you from far away,
To see that you're alright. )
And even if you never come,
If you move to another city,
And change your name to Farmer Bob,
May it find you, where ever you are.
|Vincent Van Gogh Starry Night Over the Rhone|