So often as I wait for sleep    I find myself reciting   The words I’ve or should have said   Like scene that need rewriting      The smiles I never answered   Doors perhaps I should have opened   Songs forgotten in the morning      I relived the roles I played   The tears I may have squandered    The many pipers I have paid   Along the road I wandered      Yet all the time I knew it   Love was somewhere out there waiting   Thought I may regret a kiss or two       If I had changed a single day   What when to miss or when to stray   I may have never found my way to you      (Musical interlude)      If I had changed a single day   What when to miss or when to stray   I may have never found my way to you      I wouldn’t change a thing that happened    on my may to you.