Sometimes (when I'm all alone)
Sometimes when I'm all alone, And standing at the river's edge, I hear you whisper to me softly Your lips close as if to kiss.
Your words like a cooling breeze, Relief from the sweltering heat of day; Telling me tales of what could be, I lose myself to the cooling breeze And indulge myself in the fantasy.
While the breeze provides me some relief There is something about the breeze Which saddens me, Causing the clouds to gray and cry for me As I stand at the river's edge Where the cooling breeze once comforted me.