I think of you, 
My love, not as a stranger,
Although it's true, 
My love we've only met.
Yet I know your smile
And I know your sigh,
Know them well from dreams
I can't forget.

We've kissed like this before
You're not a stranger,
A thousand times or more
`Neath stars above,
Now the path is clear,
For at last you're here
Not as a stranger dear,
But my own true love.

We've kissed like this before
You're not a stranger
A thousand times or more
`Neath stars above, 
Now the path is clear
For at last you're here
Not as a stranger dear
But my own true love.


