I crave for what's there
Right in front of me
Yet it's so far
Far away from my grasp
...
When can I feel the touch
the grasp, the tender
the warmth, the comfort
the stillness of your palm?
...
Hath I ever dreamed of a love
One that is so true, so right
With the sign of a white dove
One that is so gracious, so bright
...