The Touch of Your Hand (Extrait de la comédie musicale « Les sept femmes de Barberousse ») - Howard Keel

When you shall see flowers that lie on the plain

Lying there, sighing for one touch of rain

Then you may borrow some glimpse of my sorrow

And you’ll understand

How I long for the touch of your hand

I’ve loved you so, you’ll never know

How through those far-ways

And strange star-ways

On sea or on land

I will long for the touch of your hand