When I'm with you, I feel like myself No stranger, the shadow of somebody else When I feel you holding my hand I get touched, ain't this life grand? But the form of life is long never ending And the smell of your hello I know And the smile of a knife is seldom befriending And the smell of tangelo I know When I'm near you, I feel like a king A life force inside to do anything When I'm downtown, I pick up the phone I hear you and I'm not alone But the form of life is long never ending And the smell of your hello I know And the smile of a knife is seldom befriending And the smell of tangelo I know But December came strong, the mending went wrong And the clothes on the line never dried And the crows on my hill came in for the kill But the dream of this love never died When I lost you out in that field My crooked eyes could hardly conceal Tell me one time and bring me my tray I'll let it go and now I must pray Let's pray