I Think of You
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
Francis Albert Lai
with
lyrics by
Rod McKuen
Editions
Chanson Co., CAPAC
  | Album Notes | Album Reviews |
Arranged and Conducted
by Don Costa
Produced by Don Costa
Recorded at RCA's
Studio A, New York City
Recording Engineer:
Tony Salvatore
Recorded
January 14th and February 10th, 1971
|
