| You Are There |
|---|
| In the evening |
| When the kettle is on for tea |
| And all familiar feelings 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 myself that you are there |
