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 Then 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 thereTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.