In the evening

When the cattle's unfortun

An old familiar feeling settles over me

And it's your face I see

And I believe that you are there

In the garden

When I stop 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

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 of dawn

My dearest dream is gone

I sometimes think

There's just one thing to do

Pretend the dream is true

And tell myself

That you are

There