Softly, whispering I love you,
echoes of your voice are calling still through my dreams,
softening the chill of the breeze.
Through my window,
I can see the moonglow
painting silver shadows on a rose-colored land;
A world that we walk hand in hand
in a day of gold
colored by the glow of new love.
Oh, Woman, I can feel your warm face ever close to my lips
and the scent of you invades the cool evening air.
I can close my eyes and you´re there in my arms still
and I know your soft kiss,
turning into music every beat of my heart,
When I hold you close to my heart
and I hear your voice
whispering I love you.
echoes of your voice are calling still through my dreams,
softening the chill of the breeze.
Through my window,
I can see the moonglow
painting silver shadows on a rose-colored land;
A world that we walk hand in hand
in a day of gold
colored by the glow of new love.
Oh, Woman, I can feel your warm face ever close to my lips
and the scent of you invades the cool evening air.
I can close my eyes and you´re there in my arms still
and I know your soft kiss,
turning into music every beat of my heart,
When I hold you close to my heart
and I hear your voice
whispering I love you.