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
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
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