Oh why do the leaves of the mulberry tree whisper differently now?
And why is the nightingale singing at noon on the mulberry bough?
For some most mysterious reason this isnt the garden I know
No, its paradise now that was only a garden a moment ago.

Take my hand
I'm a stranger in paradise
All lost in a wonderland
A stranger in paradise

If I stand starry-eyed
That's the danger in paradise
For mortals who stand beside
An angel like you

I saw your face and I ascended
Out of the commonplace into the rare
Somewhere in space I hang suspended
Until I know there's a chance that you care

Won't you answer this fervent prayer
Of a stranger in paradise
Don't send me in dark despair
From all that I hunger for

But open your angel's arms
To this stranger in paradise
And tell him that he need be
A stranger no more.
