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