You Are There

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 smile and I suppose that Somehow maybe you are there When I'm dreaming And I find myself awake without a warning And I rub my eyes and fantasize And all at 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 was true And tell myself that you are there