Christina

Just your smile, just your eyes are enough to show the gift you’ve made to me,
for that in your face is a picture of me
Christina
Was the sandman in your dream last night?
Christina
Did the evening come before the light?
Did I cry as I sang to you softly and you slowly closed your eyes?
Let it be that the problems I had have passed me by
Christina
When we walk across the mountains of our home
Christina
When we pick the edelweiss that grows alone
Catch the wind as it breezes its gentle breath through your golden strands of
hair, caressed in the dawn of your life to share
Christina
Die dem Fremden sagt: Ich bin Christina
Christina
Die den Fremden fragt: Und wer bist du?
Paint a star, paint a sun, paint a dream which so long ago I knew,
for here in my face is a picture of you
Christina…