Music: Andrew Lloyd Webber
Lyrics: Charles Harte/Richard Stilgoe
Think of me
Think of me fondly
When we've said goodbye
Remember me every so often
Promise me you'll try
On that day, that not so distant day
When you are far away and free
If you ever find a moment
Spare a thought for me
And though it's clear
Though it was always clear
That this was never meant to be
If you happen to remember
Stop and think of me
Think of August
When the world was green
Don't think about the way
Things might have been
Think of me
Think of me waking
Silent and resigned
Imagine me
Trying too hard
To put you from my mind
Think of me
Please say you'll think of me
Whatever else you choose to do
There will never be a day
When I won't think of you
Flowers fade
The fruits of summer fade
They have their seasons
So do we
But please promise me
That sometimes
You will think
of me