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