When the morning is cold and the wind chills my heart When the waves of despair make the dark night so long When the loneliness aches and there is no place to turn When the longing becomes too unbearably strong When there is nothing but troubling view Nothing but thunder from skies that were blue What do I do than, what do I do I think of you than I think of you I remember your eyes, I remember your hands And the love you gave in return for my own As I travel each road wondering what lays ahead I keep thinking of you and I am not alone