whispered by the wind that blows…
rest, my dear, till morning comes….
rest until the night becomes
the only time we would be part,
the only sad hour in thy heart.
dream, my dear, till dawn begins,
dream until the morning winds
bring to you the warming blow
which left my heart not long ago…
and you, awake, will finally hear
the words i´ve carefully found
to say you are my dear.
and not everyone knows
to hold inside the feeling
whispered by the wind that blows.