But they don't listen to me
To stop and hear what I say
I talk to them all in vain
At someone else's heart strings too
And while you're listening to me
I suddenly see them come true
I can see us some April night
Looking out across a rollin' farm
Having supper in the candlelight
Walking later, arm in arm
Then I'll tell you how I pass the day
Thinking mainly how the night would be
Then I'll try to find the words to say
All the things you mean to me
And while you're listening to me
I suddenly see them come true