Harlequin Melodies Harlequin Melodies A trip through the nice fantasies Where baby red roses endlessly wind Their ways through the meadows Of my sleeping mind Gently my love come to me Cool is the grass 'neath the trees Soft is the sunshine That spills from the dew Tiny reflections of me loving you Then I awake and its dawn They say what is gone is always gone Yet baby red roses still endlessly wind Their way through the meadows Of my empty mind