Sing me a song, my dear.
One that might ease my pain.
Of this world, I grow weary.
So many lives lived in vain.
Let me dream of the love I left behind.
Hold my hand in serenity,
As I dream another dream.
Hold my hand for the sake of old times.
Let me dwell on what might have been.
Let me dream of the love I left behind.
Some wounds never heal, Kilashandra, Kilashandra.
Life, in dreams, becomes unreal, Kilashandra.
Let me gaze into your eyes,
Reflect on love and regret.
Let me live in days long by.
Let grieve for what was never said.
Let me dream of the love I left behind.
Some wounds never heal, Kilashandra, Kilashandra.
Life, in dreams, becomes unreal, Kilashandra.
(1984)
Lyrics: Wicasta Lovelace
Music: Wicasta Lovelace
