The Mist Of The Morning In This Strange Town,

Lifted Slowly With The Sun,

Refracted The Rays In A Thousand Ways,

A New Day Just Begun.



And It Crowded Against My Window Sill,

Still Sweet With The Morning Dew.



If Only You Knew,

How Much I Think Of You.



Into The Van And Down The Road,

Along The Highway Fast.

With This Band I Ride Through The Countryside,

The Seasons Slidin' Past.



I Spy A Humble Homestead There,

With A Garden And A River View.



If Only You Knew,

How Much I Think Of You.



By A Stream Of Running Water,

I Heard You Laugh.

I Closed My Eyes For An Hour And A Half,

And Tried To Make You Appear.

I Swear In The Beauty Of The Setting Sun,

You Were Here.

An Old Troubador On The Street That Night,

Plays For Our Passin' Change.



On A Fiddle In G, A Melody,

Mysterious And Strange.

He Learned On A Green Distant Mountain Top,

A Wedding Waltz,

So Sweet And True.



If Only You Knew,

How Much I Think Of You.



If Only You Knew,

How Much I Think Of You.