I Think Of You

I ought to mention about songwriting generally, and especially writing songs like this: very often you write a song as a matter of housecleaning, sweeping your head out, throwing out the garbage. You walk up to a cliff and take this garbage and drop it off. You never want to see it again. When someone in the audience asks you to sing one of those songs, it's like walking up to you and handing you a bag of garbage and asking if it belongs to you.
Not that I necessarily feel that way about "If I Could Be the Rain" or "I Think of You''. They're just difficult songs for me to sing. I started writing "I Think of You" in Korea in 1958, and I finished it in 1960. 1 wrote it for my first wife.

And when my world has turned to sunlight,
And the dust clouds stand in the summer sky,
I'll number all the climbing roses,
Watch to see the milkweed fly.

And when I hear the soft wind moaning
Like an angel's voice from a far-off shore,
My days slip by like light snow falling,
Or dry brown leaves blown by my door.

Copyright ©1973, 2000 Bruce Phillips

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