Harlequin Melodies

Harlequin melodies a trip through the night's fantasies Where baby red roses endlessly wind Their way through the meadows of mine sleepy mind Gently my love come to me cool is the gra*s neath the tree Soft is the sunshine that spills from the dew tiny reflections of me loving you [ flute - strings ] Then I wake and it's gone they say what is gone's always gone Yet baby red roses still endlessly wind Their way through the meadows of mine sleepy mind