When I'M Alone

When I’m alone And thoughts of you Steal softly ‘cross The paths my mind has taken, I close my eyes, And, silently, I drink the fragrance Of your presence. When I’m alone, The songs I sing Belong to you; The flowers I pick Make your bouquet; The castle I build Is for your dwelling; The jewels I find Are for your adorning. Should you never come to me, When I’m alone The songs I sing Will all be sad songs; And, wilted flowers Will line the path To an empty house; The jewels I find Will lie like stones That children throw. So, come, Hold my hand And walk with me. Blend your thoughts with mine. Let our souls become as one In the empty hours . . . When I’m alone.