Lying in bed

Have you heard what I’ve said?

Telling you tales

            And sing you to sleep.

I watch the rain

            Beat lightly on your window pane,

And it washes away the day as I pluck the strings of my guitar

Singing of the sunny days in May.

I hope as you drift off in your head, as you close your eyes and lie in bed

That you hear my words and dream of me,

‘Cause tomorrow I won’t be here.

            I’m carried out, away from you like a wave out to the sea.