The Touch Of Your Hand

When you shall see flowers that lie on the plain

Lying there sighing for one touch of rain

Then you may borrow

Some glimpse of my sorrow

And you'll understand

How I long for the touch of your hand

When you shall see flowers that lie on the plain

Lying there sighing for one touch of rain

Then you may borrow

Some glimpse of my sorrow

And you'll understand

How I long for the touch of your hand