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 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 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 . . .