Mike on lead)

The mist on the morning in this strange town,

lifted slowly with the sun,

refracted the rays in a thousand ways,

a new day just begun.



And it crowded against my window (sillpane),

still sweet with the morning dew.



If only you knew,

how much I think of you.



Into the van and down the road,

along the highway fast.

With this band I ride through the countryside,

reality sliding past.



I spy a humble homestead there,

with a garden and a river view.



If only you knew,

how much I think of you.



By a stream of running water,

I heard you laugh.

I closed my eyes for an hour and a half,

and tried to make you appear.

I swear in the beauty of the setting sun,

you were here.



An old troubador on the street last night,

plays for a passing change.

And a fiddle in g plays a melody,

mysterious and strange.

He learned on a green distant mountain top,

a wedding waltz,

so sweet and true.



If only you knew,

how much I think of you.



If only you knew,

how much I think of you.