Traduction: Mai, Brian. Dream Of Thee.
must dream of thee Be strong my love while we're apart And know the love that I keep for thee Is safe and secret in my heart If thou shouldst dream of
me And so i'll be there for you...You... ("Till shiloh I shall not forsake thee") [Verse 2] Bless your eyes and may your days be long May you rise on
, With lilies bedecked. 'neath Baby's sweet bed. May thou sleep, may thou rest, may thy slumber be blest. May thou sleep, may thou rest, may thy slumber
, call me Sand Oh sir my fire is very small It will not warm thy heart at all But thee may take me by the hand Hold me and I'll call thee Sand Young
childhood's nest of gladness. The magic words shall hold thee fast: Thou shalt not heed the raving blast. (x2) And, though the shadow of a sigh May
Thy graces that refrain To do me due delight, To see, to hear, to touch, to kiss, to die, With thee again in sweetest sympathy. Come again! that I may
feel helpess and need something to relieve my brain You may love your M.D. But he has none in store for me So when the raining bores on me My dream for
Winds may blow over the icy sea I'll take with me the warmth of thee A taste of honey A taste much sweeter than wine I will return I'll return I'll
somalia If I were a river for somalia I'd flow All the mothers will dream of thee All the mothers bless thy empty hand All the mothers will grieve for thee
And African appendages that almost reach the ground And little boys playing baseball in the rain America, America Step out into the light You're the best dream man has ever dreamed And may
you so Good bye little darling ,goodbye Goodbye little darling,i love you I'll love you till the day I die Will you dream a dream of me,where ever you may
Sometimes I feel helpess and need something to relieve my brain You may love your M.D. But he has none in store for me So when the raining bores on me My dream
for it seems But darlin' no matter where you are tonight You'll be here with me inmy dreams I 'll nevergrow tired of you sweetheart No mat-ter what you may
Thee I have no gold to lay at Your feet So Lamb of God I offer me I bring You all my hopes I bring You all my dreams I give You all my soul My min and
, call me sand Oh sir, my fire is very small It will not warm thy heart at all But thee may take me by the hand Hold me and I'll call thee sand Young