In the evening when the cattle's [Incomprehensible]
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 often think there's just one thing to do
Pretend the dream is true and tell myself that you are there
