| Till My Love Comes to Me |
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| The night is dressed up for dreaming |
| And on the meadows below |
| A star falls out of the heavens |
| And fades in the afterglow |
| The wind embraces the willow |
| The ivy clings to the tree |
| My arms are waiting to hold my love |
| Wherever my lover may be |
| And so I’ll walk in the moonlight |
| Till my love comes to me |
| The wind embraces the willow |
| The ivy clings to the tree |
| My arms are waiting to hold my love |
| Wherever my lover may be |
| And so I’ll walk in the moonlight |
| Till my love comes to me |
