Tell me, my dear, what do you feel?
And I'll own up my feelings sincerely.
I must know, whether it is a dream,
Or is it happening with me really.
Tell me, dear, if I have to hide my eyes
And never reveal what they're trying to tell.
Say if my feelings do need a disguise,
Or I can come closer and feel myself well.
And whatever you say - my feelings will stay.
And whatever you do - they'll always be true.
And whenever you think of me - at night, or by day -
Know: wherever you go, I'll be waiting for you.