In the evening, when the kettle's 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 stop to touch a rose
And 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
And 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 the dream is true
And tell myself that you are there
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 stop to touch a rose
And 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
And 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 the dream is true
And tell myself that you are there
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