karen blixt
you are there
In the evening when the cattle's [Incomprehensible] An old familiar feeling settles over me And it's your face I see and I believe that you are there  In the 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 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 of 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