I'm watchin' you through the
window
With your girlfriends from
back home
You're showin' off your dress
There's laughter and a toast
From your daddy to the prettiest
bride he's ever seen
Oh won't you baby be in my
book of dreams
In the darkness my fingers
slip across your skin
I feel your sweet reply
The room fades away and suddenly
I'm way up high
Just holdin' you to me
As through the window the
moonlight streams
Oh won't you baby be in my
book of dreams
Now the ritual begins
'Neath the wedding garland
we meet as strangers
The dance floor is alive with
beauty
Mystery and danger
We dance out 'neath the stars'
ancient light into the darkening trees
Oh won't you baby be in my
book of dreams
Marco Giunco |
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