sing a song or turn to dust,
'cos I know eventually, he will sing to me,
whispering through the leaves,
whispering songs of silent bliss.
Such a love I can't resist,
and it is both you and me,
whispering through the leaves,
whispering songs of love.
'cos the world I've never seen.
And it's just another light,
and the tune I cannot play,
but I know there is a key;