I could kiss your fingernails    and tell you tales of dreams that I've been dreaming      You could smile and lean on me   And we would see our shadows on the ceiling      If I was close to you my love   If I was close to you   I wish I was close to you my love   If I was close to you      We'd sit on your windowsill   Or better still, pick flowers from your garden   And I would be content with life   And so polite, 'excuse me, beg your pardon'      If I was close to you my love   If I was close to you   I wish I was close to you my love   If I was close to you      Sliding on my shoulder in summer morning sun   Shake your snowfall from my hair   When winter has begun      I'd never want to leave your side   Or speak to anyone   If I was close to you      We'd sit on your windowsill   Or better still, pick flowers from your garden   And I would be content with life   And so polite, 'excuse me, beg your pardon'      If I was close to you my love   If I was close to you   I wish I was close to you my love   If I was close to you