Tiny goddess wrapped in lace, that certain smile upon your face
Is telling me what´s to be when he leaves
In a room just five foot eight, I sit alone and I will wait

To hear from him, to wait for him to call me

Don´t let him humour me with letters I won´t read
Please sympathise with me, if only you could speak

Photograph that´s in my case will travel with me every place
Reminding me what to be for his love
Orchards smell of sweet perfume, the mountain side is now in bloom
And I am here, waiting for his company

Don´t let him humour me with letters I won´t read
The clock´s at half past three, it´s stopped awake like me

Tiny goddess wrapped in lace, that certain smile upon your face

Is telling me what´s to be when he leaves
In a room just five foot eight, I sit alone and I will wait
To hear from him, to wait for him to call me