In the hour when the sun shines shines bright

On my head in the city where I am alone,

I never think of that once told story

When two flowers almost were one.

But what to do?

I still think in the morning of you.



When darkness hovers and city lights take over

I am blinded to the words "I am alone".

It's useless to cry for a star in the sky,

For the city lights tell me there's none.

But what to do?

I still cry in the morning for you.



When my head touches my pillow I am too weary

To dare dream that I am alone.

Now I lay myself down to sleep,

I pray the Lord his soul to keep is my song.

But what to do?

I still dream in the morning for you.

What to do?

I still cry in the morning for you