Thea Prum: Come a little closer my love and smell the roses.
Thea Prum: I'm loving you softly.
Thea Prum: Will you still be here for me when the morrow come?
Thea Prum: Holding on to my beauty for just a little longer.
Thea Prum: The cold air is coming my love.
Thea Prum: A shower of pink and purple to feast your eyes.
Thea Prum: I dream of you. Do you dream of me my love?
Thea Prum: It's a dreamy bliss.
Thea Prum: O where have the good sun gone? I've missed its warm embrace down here.
Thea Prum: Do give me one final warm embrace oh good sun.
Thea Prum: My days in the sun have come but not gone.
Thea Prum: Do you love me now or just in your dreams?