i talk to the trees but they don t listen to me i talk to the stars but they never hear me the breeze hasn t time to stop and hear what i say i talk to them all in vain but suddenly my words reach someone else s ears touch someone else s heartstrings too i tell you my dreams and while you re listening to me i suddenly see them come true i can see us on an april night sipping brandy underneath the stars reading poems in the candlelight to the strumming of guitars i will tell you all the books i ve read and the way i met the king of france then i ll send the servants off to bed and i ll ask you for a dance 