Just think of things
Like a daffodils
And peaceful sheep
On clovered hills
The morning song
Of whip-poor-wills
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
And blue-green eyes
And sunlit smiles
And in your hand
A wishing star
The one you thought too far above

Every lovely view introduces you
To the face I love