FOR MY GYPSY WITH THE RESTLESS SOUL.

It must be summer the sky is clear
The garden is so beautiful
All the flowers and all the trees
Make Me feel like they're inside of Me
I'm holding My friend’s hand
While we're walking in this land
It's all but a dream

My bed is moving, I cannot see a thing
I am in total darkness, someone is calling
I can feel the cold, it's all around Me
I know it's not a dream, No no no

Someone is in My room
Standing at the end of My bed
Must be a visit from a restless soul

Now I see her figure, her face against the glass
And there's no reflection, she's in the mirror
Could it really be, has she returned?
My dearest gypsy

My dearest gypsy will you tell me
You know we don't have no secrets
Must be a visit from a restless soul
"I will send You a dream...”

Adapted from a visit from the dead by King Diamond.