Who was that who kissed me?
I was strewn across this chair,
When suddenly I felt the press
Of soft lips on my hair

I turned around to look –
But there was no one to be seen;
My lover’s far away,
And there are miles in between

The place where she is working, and
Where I sit now, alone:
And yet, somebody kissed me,
Sure as rock is made of stone.

And all that I can figure is
That someone out there missed me:
And so somehow sent love my way –
But I don’t know
Who kissed me