When the day is done and gone, and shades of evening come along
I sit alone and think of you,and thank you that I have this quiet hour
Alone with you
My quiet hour, to be with you
Melodies and symphonies, and gentle breezes in the trees
I must confess that all of these,
Do nothing more than simply to remind me
How wonderful you are
How can I tell you, how wonderful you are
I don't have to say a word, and yet I know each word is heard
Makes no difference where I am, you're there to join me in my quiet hour
Alone with you
I think of all you've done for me, and how your love has made me free
How you gave so selflessly, and I wonder how can I begin to thank you
For lovin' me
And my desire,.......my desire is to be with you
