Lotte Kestner Wait For Me
He'll come to me in a dream And I don't even know his name A pretty mark upon his breast To signify him from the rest
But he and I are just the same Building bridges out of fame He stands upon a dinner plate And tells me that I'll have to wait
Wait for me I know it won't be easy What a thing To believe In a dream
Perhaps I knew him long ago I wrote him poems at nine years old But then I become a woman The letter slipped right through my hands
I practiced all my wit and charm Had many boys on every arm I learned the depths of love and hate But never did learn how to wait
Wait for you You say it like it's easy to do What a thing To believe In a dream
I hope you know that all my life I have been searching for a wife A partner and a confidant To a boy who wants the things I want
A boy who doesn't come along 'Cause he's already where I'm going I stand upon a broken stage I beg you darling, please, please wait
Wait for me I know it won't be easy What a thing To believe In a dream
I believe In a dream
