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