by Paul Williams
If I can make you cry
If I can fill your eyes with pleasure just by holding you
In the early hours of morning
When the day that lies ahead’s not quite begun
Ah well, that’s enough for me
I smile to think of you and me
You and I
And how our pleasure makes you cry
If I can make you smile
If I can move you close to laughter with a word or two
When your day’s been full of strangers
And the castles that you’ve built all tumbled down
Ah well, that’s enough for me
That’s all the hero I need be
I smile to think of you and me
You and I
And how our pleasure makes you cry
And when the world has got me down
And I’ve almost lost the will to try
And I may look sad and I may frown
But I still find comfort in your waiting
Your hello
And your goodbye
And how our pleasure makes you cry
And when I wake to you
And I pretend that I don’t know how you’ve been watching me
All the time I’ve been sleeping
By the loving look that lingers in your eye
Ah well, that’s enough for me
That’s all the hero I need be
I smile to think of you and me
You and I
And how our pleasure makes me cry