In the hour when the sun shines bright on my head In the city where I am alone I never think of that once told story When two flowers almost were one, but What to do I still think in the morning of you When darkness hovers and city lights take over I am blinded to the words I am alone It's useless to cry for a star in the sky For the city lights tell me there's none, but What to do I still cry in the morning for you When my head touches my pillow I am too weary to dare dream that I am alone Now I lay myself down to sleep 'I pray the lord his soul to keep' is my song, but What to do I still dream in the morning for you What to do I still cry in the morning for you