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.