In the Hour

In the hour when the sun shines bright
On my head in the city where I am alone
I never think of that once told story
When two flowers almost were one
But what to do?
I still think in the morning of you
When darkness hovers and city lights take over
I am blinded to the words «I am alone»
It’s useless to cry for a star in the sky
For the city lights tell me there’s none
But what to do?
I still cry in the morning for you
When my head touches my pillow I am too weary
To dare dream that I am alone
Now I lay myself down to sleep
I pray the Lord his soul to keep is my song
But what to do?
I still dream in the morning for you