Like A Lover - Emilie-Claire Barlow

Like a lover, the morning sun

Slowly rises and kisses you awake

Your smile is soft and drowsy

As you let it play upon your face

Oh, how I dream

I might be like the morning sun to you

Like a lover, the river wind

Sighs and ripples its fingers through your hair

Upon your cheek it lingers

Never having known a sweeter place

Oh, how I dream

I might be like the river wind to you

How I envy a cup that nears your lips

Let it be me, my love

And a table that feels your fingertips

Let it be me, let me be your love

Bring an end to the endless days and nights

Without you

Like a lover, the velvet moon

Shares your pillow and watches while you sleep

Its light arrives on tiptoe

Gently taking you in its embrace

Oh, how I dream

I might be like the velvet moon to you

(Bridge)

Oh, how I dream

I might be like the river wind to you

How I envy a cup that nears your lips

Let it be me, my love

And a table that feels your fingertips

Let it be me, let me be your love

Bring an end to the endless days and nights

Without you

Like a lover, the velvet moon

Shares your pillow and watches while you sleep

Its light arrives on tiptoe

Gently taking you in its embrace

Oh, how I dream

I might be like the velvet moon to you

I might be like the velvet moon to you

I might be like the velvet moon to you