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 . . .

Music By Frances Lai And Lyrics By Rod McKuen
Editions Chanson Co., CAPAC