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 are 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.