I think of you, my love, not as a stranger,
Although it''s true, my love we''ve only met.
Yet I know your smile and I know your sigh,
Know them well from dreams I can''t forget.
We''ve kissed like this before, you are not a stranger,
A thousand times or more.
'Neath stars above, now the path is clear,
For at last you''re here, not as a stranger dear,
But my own true love.