Like a Lover

Like a lover the morning sun slowly rises and kisses you awake Your smile is soft and drowsy as you let it play upon your face Oh, how I dream I might be like the morning sun to you Like a lover the river wind slides and ripples its fingers through your hair Upon your cheek it lingers never having known a sweeter place Oh, how I dream I might be like the river wind to you How I envy a cup that knows your lips, let it be me, my love And a table that feels your fingertips, let it be me, let me be your love Bring an end to the endless days and nights without you Like a lover the velvet moon shares your pillow and watches while you sleep Its light arrives on tiptoe gently taking you in its embrace Oh, how I dream I might be like the velvet moon to you How I envy a cup that knows your lips, let it be me, my love And a table that feels your fingertips, let it be me, let me be your love Bring an end to the endless days and nights without you Like a lover the morning sun slowly rises and kisses you awake Your smile is soft and drowsy as you let it play upon your face Oh, how I dream I might be like the morning sun to you I might be like the river wind to you, I might be like the velvet moon to you --- Like a Lover - Betty Buckley