I wait for you to come, my dear
my heart is filled with spooky fear;
I try to overcome confusion
that tell me you may be an illusion,
Imagining that you are near,
make fear quckly dissappear,
and looking smiling at the sky
remember that you're having shy
which must have caused you such heartbeat
that you have need from home to fleet
The autumn sun upon my face
brings me a dream of your grace ...