Stephen Sondheim Johanna ^минус

I feel you, Johanna
I feel you...

I was half convinced I'd waken,
Satisfied enough to dream you.
Happily I was mistaken,
Johanna.

I'll steal you, Johanna
I'll steal you

Do they think that walls could hide you?
Even now, I'm at your window.
I am in the dark beside you
Buried sweetly in your yellow hair

I feel you, Johanna!
And one day I'll steal you!
Til I'm with you then,
I'm with you there!
Sweetly buried in your yellow hair