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 petal 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
Then 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 that dream is true

And tell myself that you are there



----- as sung by Stacey Kent