I Think of You

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*s 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 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 . . . Music by Frances Lai and lyrics by Rod McKuen Editions Chanson Co., CAPAC