Window Sill

Window-sill When I sit on my window-sill watching shooting stars in a dazzling sky and the moon shines with its friendly smile it could all be so true When I sit on my window-sill watching raindrops churn up the autumn pools and I wonder at the pain I feel it could all be so real: with you under a tree only we both, with you on the sea in a tiny boat just you and me But I'm sitting on my window-sill watching wild geese move on to pastures new and I'm startled to discover you 're gonna be a memory For we could have been only we both away in a dream only we know just you and me But I sit on my window-sill watching snowflakes fall on uneven ground and the truth is gently covered up and remains a mistery