(Difford/Tilbrook)  



I could smell the rain   

Dripping through the fresh cut grass  

I could spell your name   

On the wet and steamed up glass  

But you were just a name, a face I had conceived   

As being beautiful, very beautiful   

And so hard to believe  

I could catch the drops   

As they fell from on the roof  

I could hardly stop   

Feeling so long in the tooth  

Before I had to guess at what you might be   

And being beautiful, very beautiful   

Is the face I still see  



Who are you?  

Imagination painted you   

Who are you?  

With its finest brush  

Who are you?  

Each stroke with tender love   

Who are you, who are you, who are you?   



I could see her face   

Magically there she was  

My mouth drew a taste   

So sweet it lingered on  

And there she was by me, walking through the square   

And being beautiful, very beautiful   

At last I found her there