Josefina Josefina, will you sing to me? Sing me to sleep. Josefina will you whisper me your history? See my life today has gone so fast-- faster than me... And I need your song to make it last-- Yes, out last me. Through your window, I see a sun rise High as if only for me... And, baby, can you see? My tears are not of grief, but of felicity... |