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