In the hour

In the hour when the sun shines bright on my head
In the city where I am alone
I never think of that once told story
When two flowers almost were one, but

What to do
I still think in the morning of you

When darkness hovers and city lights take over
I am blinded to the words I am alone
It's useless to cry for a star in the sky
For the city lights tell me there's none, but

What to do
I still cry in the morning for you

When my head touches my pillow
I am too weary to dare dream that I am alone
Now I lay myself down to sleep
'I pray the lord his soul to keep' is my song, but

What to do
I still dream in the morning for you

What to do
I still cry in the morning for you