Is she coming home, I'll leave the light on
  but through times and space she'll go
  if she's coming home she won't tell me
  and I wonder if I should know
  wonder if I should feel something
  wonder if I should know but it's dark in here
  tip-toe softly do not wake her
  as she sleeps so very slow
  dim the light on her day-dream
  but her dreams you'll never know
  see her fading dress and frame it's colours
  for a memory you'll long to know
  drape the covers in her bedroom
  but life freezes with melting snow
  ah...is she coming home