The whole room seems deserted,
The bed, empty and bare,
No suppressed and gentle laughter,
Or secrets that we share,
No head upon the pillow,
With it's gently tousled hair,
As I awake to greet the morning
And find you lying there,
No hand to touch me gently
And ask, "Are you awake?"
Oh, what a world of difference
Your smiling face can make,
It may be raining outside,
But it's as sunny as can be,
When I wake up in the morning
And find you next to me.