Mike on lead)
The mist on 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 (sillpane),
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,
reality sliding 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 last night,
plays for a passing change
And a fiddle in g plays 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