Dreaming of you in the night,
holding you close, it feels so right.
Feeling your breath upon my brow,
sensing your thoughts, loving me now.
Seeing your form standing next to me,
wishing that it would always be.
But you are gone, you're not here.
it's your spirit drawing near.
Trying to tell me you're not gone,
that thro' the "door", you've passed on.
and tho' you're living in the light,
the love between us will always be right.
And you'll wait for me till I appear,
then i'll dream no more 'cos you are there.