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