When i'm alone at night, And there's no one to comfort me, I think of you . . . And suddenly my pillow is your face and your arms. And when the winter wind comes chasin? after me, I think of you . . . And it's as though I crawl beneath the blanket soft and warm.
How did I get from dark to daylight, Before you happened to pass by? How did I find my way through life, Before you brightened up my sky? Was there a sky at all, Until you painted it for me? How did I get on, ?Till you came along?
Who knows how many times I pause in every day, To think of you? As often as the sun sails out upon the silent sea! And if you?re wonderin? why it is I only think of you, Well it?s because I?d like to be as close to you, As you?ve become to me! I think of you . . . I think of you . . . When i'm alone at night, And there's no one to comfort me, I think of you . . . And suddenly my pillow is your face and your arms. And when the winter wind comes chasin? after me, I think of you . . . And it's as though I crawl beneath the blanket soft and warm.
How did I get from dark to daylight, Before you happened to pass by? How did I find my way through life, Before you brightened up my sky? Was there a sky at all, Until you painted it for me? How did I get on, ?Till you came along?
Who knows how many times I pause in every day, To think of you? As often as the sun sails out upon the silent sea! And if you?re wonderin? why it is I only think of you, Well it?s because I?d like to be as close to you, As you?ve become to me! I think of you . . . I think of you . . . Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
