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 pa** 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, 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 . . .