In her world the sun will never shine
Day and night have lost all sense of time
Every voice has got a silent face
Every name has found a distant place

With these lips I kiss her gently
Whisper love words to her softly
With my hands I pick her flowers
Count the minutes and the hours

Through my eyes she see's the world
Crying, singing, making trouble
Loving her is like a storm
Rain and lightning then the warm

Now instead of living in despair
She has found that love was always there
Climbing mountains she has never seen
Love has now become a spoken dream

With these lips I kiss her gently
Whisper love words to her softly
With my hands I pick her flowers
Count the minutes and the hours

Through my eyes she sees the world
Crying, singing, making trouble
Loving her is like a storm
Rain and lightning then the warm