The Touch of Your Hand
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
Autor(es): JEROME KERN, OTTO HARBACH