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 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 . . .