Writer(s): David Raksin - Johnny Mercer Laura is the face in the misty light Footsteps that you hear down the hall The LAUGH that floats on a summer night That you can never quite recall And you see Laura on a train that is passing through Those eyes how familiar they seem She gave your very first kiss to you That was Laura but she's only a dream She gave your very first kiss to you That was Laura But she's only a dream