No one knows my lady when she's lonely,
No one sees the fantasies and fears my lady hides,
Oh, there are those who share her love and laughter,
But, no one hears my lady when she cries,
But me, my lady's going to need me when she cries.
You may have seen her lying in your lamplight,
With dreams of golden yesterdays reflecting in her eyes,
But soon the evening's shadow crowds around her,
Frightening my lady 'til she cries, for me,
My lady's going to need me when she cries.
And when she cries,
She makes you want to run,
And chase the sun,
And bring it back,
To brighten up a corner of her dark and troubled skies,
When she cries.
GZ |
