Where the blue of the night
meets the gold of the day
Someone waits for me;
And the gold of her hair crowns
the blue of her eyes
Like a halo tenderly;
If only I could see her,
Oh how happy I would be;
Where the blue of the night meets
the gold of the day
Someone waits for me.
meets the gold of the day
Someone waits for me;
And the gold of her hair crowns
the blue of her eyes
Like a halo tenderly;
If only I could see her,
Oh how happy I would be;
Where the blue of the night meets
the gold of the day
Someone waits for me.