I dreamed of a beautiful garden 
of flowers and meadows in may 
when days passed like the golden sun 
and troubles seemed far away 

But when I awoke there was no sun 
and the wind blew cold and strong 
I felt sick and felt alone 
I saw flowers painted on stone 

Tried to warm up on a winter-day 
and closed my eyes again 
Yet spring and flowers have faded away 
all my searching was in vain 

You're laughing about the foolish dreaner 
who saw flowers in winter... 
I dreamed of the days of love and hope 
when I looked into your eyes 
when we sat silent side by side 
when I saw you smile 
Bit when I awoke...