The mist of the morning in this strange town, Lifted slowly with the sun, Refracted the rays in a thousand ways, A new day just begun. And it crowded against my window sill, Still sweet with the morning dew. If only you knew, How much I think of you. Into the van and down the road, Along the highway fast. With this band I ride through the countryside, The seasons slidin' past. I spy a humble homestead there, With a garden and a river view. If only you knew, How much I think of you. By a stream of running water, I heard you laugh. I closed my eyes for an hour and a half, And tried to make you appear. I swear in the beauty of the setting sun, You were here. An old troubador on the street that night, Plays for our passin' change. On a fiddle in g, a melody, Mysterious and strange. He learned on a green distant mountain top, A wedding waltz, So sweet and true. If only you knew, How much I think of you. If only you knew, How much I think of you.