It was a quarter to four AM Alone in my kitchenette That's where I met Bernadette And I still can see her now First she kicked on the wash machine Streaked 'cross my TV screen Rustled the magazines And blew my candle out But how many days passed since then? Since I saw her silhouette Now I want her back again Oh, my Bernadette It was the strangest of summer dreams Those nights she spent haunting me She touched me 'cross centuries And I never felt alone But one morning I knew she'd gone Left the lights and Victrola on And I woke to the saddest song A tune from long ago Now it feels like I lost a friend And I find myself wondering Will she haunt my home again? Oh, my Bernadette And each night when I go to bed I leave one candle flickering She finds her way back again Oh, my Bernadette