The woman who haunts him,
Walks in his dreams;
The voice of an angel,
In the song that she sings.
She sings of her love,
That never will wane;
A sad melody,
In her haunting refrain.

He sees her in daytime,
In the soft summer sky;
The warmth of her memory,
Simply won't die.
He seeks her in sunlight,
He finds her in rain;
He stands in the moonlight,
In exquisite pain.

He feels her at night,
As he lay on his bed;
The pillow is empty,
Where once lay her head.
She walks in his dreams,
She sings to his soul;
Until he can find her...
He'll never be whole.