Before I drift to dreams tonight, my love,
I whisper softly, “What’s the weather tomorrow?”
For if the sun should dare to shine above,
I’ll spend each golden hour lost in your arms, forevermore.
Before I drift to dreams tonight, my love,
I whisper softly, “What’s the weather tomorrow?”
For if the sun should dare to shine above,
I’ll spend each golden hour lost in your arms, forevermore.