Just think of things

Like a daffodils

And peacefull sheep

On clover hills

And morning sun

On 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

And blue-green isles

And sunlit smiles

And in your hand

The wishing star

The one you thought too far above


Every lovely view introduces you

To the face that I love