In the Evening

In the Evening,

When the kettle sounds for tea

An old, familiar feeling settles over me

And its your face I see

And I believe that you are near


When I'm dreaming,

And I find myself awake, without a warning

And then I rub my eyes,

And fantasise,

And all at once I realise



It is morning, and my fantasy is fading,

Like a distant star at dawn

My dearest dream is gone

I often think theres just one thing to do

Pretend that dream is true

And tell myself that you are there