Looking back where I used to before, Looking back where I used to before,

I wished I had the wings, To fly up in the sky, To hold that distant star, That miles away ... I wished I had the wings, To fly up in the sky, To hold that distant star,...

A strange silence.... A strange silence....

The star-spangled sky Gazes down on the whispering woods, The star-spangled sky Gazes down on the whispering woods,

When he'll come back, And say I'm on your back. When he'll come back, And say I'm on your back.

The poem describes about the distance between the lovers. The poem describes about the distance between the lovers.