Camellias
As I lay in my field of camellias,
I think about the years I've wasted.
Captivated by your loving touch,
a lullaby for a heartrending finish.
Sing to me, through ramparts of fury.
The tears I cry blind me from the truth.
The music box is playing; it's too late to turn back.
One more dance my darling, for this is the end.
I'm left alone in my field of camellias.
He was swept away with the breeze.
My love has forsaken me,
never to return once more.
The lullaby has finished,
not even one more verse.
I fear my soul has vanished,
kidnapped by the wind.
