The Breeze Mumbles Gwendolyn

The Breeze Mumbles Gwendolyn The Breeze Mumbles Gwendolyn And Gwendolyn I dreamed I saw your face All alone in a crowded place And Gwendolyn I'm lost again I need a friend like you The trees are stirred by Gwendolyn Blowing through the branches, my Gwendolyn And Gwendolyn I hear the falling rain Pattering on the windowpane And Gwendolyn, her ghost again I saw you then, was it you? And Gwendolyn I'm lost again I need a friend like you