In the evening When the kettle's 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 stop to touch a rose And feel the petals soft and sweet against my nose I close my eyes And I suppose that 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 I once I realize 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 The dream is true And tell myself That you are there