This weight passed
What the present can hold
And be be the birds will sing
Of a love like we once dreamed
Now this might belongs to sleep

Now i'm left on with the rising sun
If I, I ever find my way back home
I'm gonna tell you
I'm gonna tell you

This weight passed
What the present will hold
Will be, be, the baby birds sings
Of love like we once dreamed
Now this night belongs to sleep.