Lying here thinking,
Wish you were here to.
I can but imagine,
That day it will come true.
What are you doing now,
Are you yet asleep.
Or are you still awake,
Slowly counting sheep.
I am counting down the days,
To when i next see you.
And i will hold you so tight,
You may even turn blue.
Do not yet imagine,
how it all will be.
That will be my surprise,
You,ll have to wait and see.
