When Im alone at night,
And theres 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 its 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 youre wonderin why it is I only think of you,
Well its because Id like to be as close to you,
As youve become to me!
I think of you . . .
I think of you . . .
Music by Frances Lai and lyrics by Rod McKuen
Editions Chanson Co., CAPAC
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