I dreamed of a beautiful garden of flowers and meadows in may when days passed like the golden sun and troubles seemed far away
But when I awoke there was no sun and the wind blew cold and strong I felt sick and felt alone I saw flowers painted on stone
Tried to warm up on a winter-day and closed my eyes again Yet spring and flowers have faded away all my searching was in vain
You're laughing about the foolish dreaner who saw flowers in winter... I dreamed of the days of love and hope when I looked into your eyes when we sat silent side by side when I saw you smile Bit when I awoke...