“Fro and to in my dreams to youTo the haunting tune of the harpFor the price I paid when you died that dayI paid that day with my heartFro and to in my dreams to youWith the breaking of my heartNe'er more again will I sing this songNe'er more will I hear the harp.”

“And it only hurts when I'm breathing My heart only breaks when it's beating My dreams only die when I'm dreaming So, I hold my breath--to forget”

“And music, your music, it teases at my ear. I turn and it fades away and you're not here! Let hopes pass! Let dreams pass! Let them die! Without you, what are they for? I always feel no more than half-way real 'til I hear you sing once more!”

“Grace, who haunted my thoughts when I couldn’t dream”

“Come to me in my dreams, and thenBy day I shall be well again!For so the night will more than payThe hopeless longings of the day.”

“When I sleep, I dream of you, and when I wake, I long to hold you in my arms.If anything, our time apart has only made me more certain that I want to spend my nights by your side, and my days with your heart.”