Lyrics: Alan Bergman/Nelson Motta/Marilyn Bergman
Music: Dori Caymmi
Like a lover the morning sun
Slowly rises and kisses you awake
Your smile is soft and drowsy
As you let it play upon your face
Oh, how I dream I could be like the morning sun to you
Like a lover the river wind
Sighs and ripples its fingers through your hair
Upon your cheek it lingers
Never having known a sweeter place
Oh how I dream I might be like the river wind to you
How I envy a cup that knows your lips
Let it be me my love
And a table that feels your finger tips
Let it be me, let me be your love
Bring an end to the endless days and nights without you
Like a lover the velvet moon
Shares your pillow and watches while you sleep
Its light arrives on tip toe
Gently taking you in its embrace
Oh how I dream I might be like the velvet moon to you