Frank Sinatra

Whenever it's ear - ly twilight,
I watch till a star breaks through.
Funny it's not a star I see, it's al - ways you.
Whenever I roam through roses,
And lately I of - ten do,
Funny it's not a rose I touch, it's always you.
Bridge:
If a breeze caresses me, it's really you strolling by,
If I hear a mel - o - dy, it's merely the way you sigh.
Wherever you are, you're near me,
You dare me to be un - true,
Funny, each time I fall in love, it's al - ways you.