Like a lover, the morning sun
Slowly rises and kisses you awake
Your smile is soft and drowsy
As you let it play upon your face

Oh, how I dream
I might be like the morning sun to you

Like a lover, the river wind
Sighs and ripples its fingers through your hair
Upon your cheek it lingers
Never having known a sweeter place

Oh, how I dream
I might be like the river wind to you

Oh, I envy a cup that knows your lips
Let it be me, my love
And a table that feels your fingertips
Let it be me, let me be your love

Bring an end to the endless days and nights
Without you

Like a lover, the velvet moon
Shares your pillow and watches while you sleep
Its light arrives on tiptoe
Gently taking you in its embrace

Oh, how I dream
I might be like the velvet moon to you, you, you

How I envy a cup that knows your lips
Let it be me, my love
And a table that feels your fingertips
Let it be me, let me be your love

Bring an end to the endless days and nights
Without you, you, you, you, you

Like a lover, the velvet moon
Shares your pillow and watches while you sleep
Its light arrives on tiptoe
Gently taking you in its embrace

Oh, how I dream
I might be like the velvet moon to you

Copyright: Spirit Music Group, Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): Alan Bergman, Dorival Tostes Caymmi, Marilyn Bergman, Nelson Motta