Think of things like daffodils

And peaceful sheep on clovered hills

The morning song of whippoorwills

And you'll see the face that I love

Think of any old sky

Getting ready to cry

Down comes the rain but

It's raining confetti

Then think of things like far off isles

To blue green eyes and sunlit smiles

And in your hand a wishing star

The one you got is too far above

Every lovely view introduces you

To the face I love

Every lovely view introduces you

To the face I love

Then think of things like far off isles

To blue green eyes and sunlit smiles

And in your hand a wishing star

The one you got is too far above

Every lovely view introduces you

To the face I love

To the face I love

To the face I love