No one can see the way it will be
Your thread, there on the loom

And an unknown hand
Will pull on the strand
And guide you right on through


And the roses die and bloom
And I'm dreaming in my room

That you and I fell into the sky
And went dancing on the moon


And the comet will come
And swing 'round the sun
And you will be replaced

Until that day sometimes I will pray
That you may find some grace


And the roses die and bloom
And I'm dreaming in my room
That you and I fell into the sky

And went dancing on the moon