In the evening when the kettles on for tea
An old familiar feeling settles over me
And it's your face I see
And I believe that you are there

In a garden when I start to touch a rose
I feel the petals 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 realise

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 my self that you are there