Sun on the leaves, leaves of the trees
Fruit of the vine, stars of the sea
Night time binds my eyes to time
And silent reveries
Like a lazy summer afternoon
The open door where the roses bloom
I hear your voice fill up the room
Like a distant melody
It would be so nice to come back home
When day was through
And I wouldn’t have to
Dream my dream of you
It would be so nice to come back home
When day was through
But I guess that I’ll just
Dream my dream of you