In the evening When the kettle's on for tea An old familiar feeling's settles over me And it's your face I see And I believe that you are there
In a garden When I topped to touch a rose And feel the petal soft and sweet against my nose I smile and I suppose That somehow maybe you are there
When I'm dreaming And I find myself awake without a warning Then I rub my eyes and fantasize And all at once I realize
It's morning And my fantasy is fading like a distant star at dawn My dearest dream is gone I often think there's just one thing to do Pretend that dream is true And tell myself that you are there
