She combs her hair in strokes and looks so fine
As if there's someone that she's thinking of
Does she still dream about when she was mine
And I was hers, wrapped up like turtledoves
And does she think about me when she cries
And salty streams of tears outline her face
And does she think about the times I lied
When silky streams of sadness turn to hate
The celebration will be great
But until then set out a plate
For strangers on the road just passing by
A thousand years or just a day
For time is just a game we play
The night is cold, and without you
So am I
She spends her days out walking in the sun
And then at night she catches fireflies
I often wondered if she was the one
And knew as soon as I looked in her eyes
The celebration will be great
But until then set out a plate
For strangers on the road just passing by
A thousand years or just a day
For time is just a game we play
The night is cold, and without you
So am I
The time will come again, my sweet
When finally again we'll meet
I'll have them beat the drums of welcome so
That when I'm on my way
You'll be the first to know
The celebration will be great
But until then set out a plate
For strangers on the road just passing by
A thousand years or just a day
For time is just a game we play
The night is cold, and without you
So am I