I feel you, Johanna,I feel you.
I was half convinced I'd waken,
Satisfied enough to dream you.
Happily I was mistaken,
I'll steal you,
Johanna,I'll steal you.
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!
I wish a boy would sing to me, while I sat in my window, above busy London’s street…“I feel you, Roseanna…”
And then he’d come and save me from the ‘asylum’….to rescue me from my prison.
I’ll steal you, Roseanna.
Because her name is Roseanna.
Where is my Anthony? I am his Johanna.