I need no crimson skies at dawn, nor warmth of morning's light. I need no songs the world can sing, nor colors bold and bright. I need no gold's eternal gleam, nor diamonds' shining grace. I need no earthly joys or thrills, No worldly, fleeting trace.
All I wish, all I crave, Is for you to be real, to feel you're near. All I wish, all I yearn, Is to whisper a soft "hello" so clear.