Love is a funny thing
I wish I could understand
Sometimes I want to scream
And others I could dance

Do you think about me
In dreams, or early morning light?
Softly, I reach to touch you
Each Time when come twilight

In dreams, I can be bold

Like a mighty desert lion
Or gentle like the breeze
Vanishing on the horizon
Ethereal visions and endless delights

Yet none of these will do
Only to hold you every night
Under a jealous moon