Roger Whittaker
Roger Whittaker
Roger Whittaker
Roger Whittaker
Roger Whittaker
Roger Whittaker
Roger Whittaker
Roger Whittaker
Roger Whittaker
Roger Whittaker
Roger Whittaker
Roger Whittaker
Roger Whittaker
Roger Whittaker
While she lay, sleeping
I stay out, late at night and play my song
And sometimes, all the nights can be so long
And it's good when I finally make it home, all alone
While she lies, dreaming
I try to get undressed without the light
Then quietly, she says, "How was your night?"
And I come to her and say, "It was all right", and I hold her tight
And she believes in me
I'll never know just what she sees in me
I told her, someday, if she was my girl
I could change the world with my little songs, I was wrong
But she has faith in me
And so I go on, trying faithfully
And who knows, maybe, on some special night
If my song is right, I will find a way
While she lies, waiting
I stumble to the kitchen for a bite
Then I see my old guitar in the night
Just waiting for me like a secret friend and there's no end
While she lies, crying
I fumble with a melody or two
Then I'm torn between the things that I should do
Then she says, to wake her up when I am through
God, her love is true
And she believes in me
I'll never know just what she sees in me
I told her, someday, if she was my girl
I could change the world with my little songs, I was wrong
But she has faith in me
And so I go on, trying faithfully
And who knows, maybe, on some special night
If my song is right, I will find a way while she waits
While she waits for me