When I Meet God

Goodnight my love

I'm so alone

And so surrounded

By your sweet memory

I cannot sleep

For all these dreams

They come to play

Till dawn comes stealin' them away..

The fruit of the wild rose

Hangs here with summer gone

Voluptuous crimson

As the days become colder

The fruit of the wild rose



In a warmer country

Where the sea meets the land

You may walk with your baby

In the afternoon

Perhaps some aroma

From a street caf