Music: Francis Lai • Words: Rod McKuen
 

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 arms.

And when the winter wind
comes chasing after me
I think of you
and it’s as though I’ve crawled beneath
a blanket soft and warm.

How did I get
from dark to daylight
till you happened to pass by ?
How did I find my way through life
until you brightened up my sky ?
Was there a sky at all
till 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 wondering 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.