by Nanci Griffith, James Hooker
When I wake in the night
And find that I'm dreaming
You're the first thought in mind
Love's a fair-weather friend when you're lonely
You are my summer state of mind
Does it sing to you nightly?
Does it lay down beside you?
Does it make you hear songs on the radio?
It once was my shadow, grown weary of travel
Til you gave it home
What makes the love grow
When the seasons change?
What makes the love grow?
It's simple it comes and it grows on its own