I think of you, my love, not as a stranger, Although it´s true, my love we´ve only met. Yet I know your smile and I know your sigh, Know them well from dreams I can´t forget. We´ve kissed like this before, you are not a stranger,
A thousand times or more. ´Neath stars above, now the path is clear, For at last you´re here, not as a stranger dear, But my own true love.