Night’s song, soft and low
bliss waits in open arms

Morning dew gently falls,
she returns to him once more

Their love has opened
time’s locked door
and brought her close again
to soothe her lover’s broken heart
as love bridged time for him

In dreams she touches more than soul
in reality, is she here?
Nirvana’s call is her beating heart
he needs to have her near…