She likes to dreamnAnd the bask becomes a wellnSpun mysteriesnShe lives alonenAnd the tears have formed a streamnIn the winter coldnnOnly if you remember wellnBut the secret hides itselfnShe's a vision through the treesnMother's ghost won't give her peacennNow it may be therenYou can see her looking outnCos she needs a friendnShe starts to crynAnd the tears have formed a streamnAs they leave her eyesnnAnd as crazy as it seemsnShe will die and live her dreamsnAnd if it's better in the endnMother's ghost can sleep againnnNow I think she's gonenNo-one sees her anymorenAnd it's been so longnMaybe she's asleepnAnd she won't wake up againnAnd know where she isnAnd know where she'll be, yeahnnFly into those loving armsnThey won't do her any harmnAnother kiss, let her be