When I go to sleep, I never count sheep, I count all the
charms about Linda.
And lately it seems in all of my dreams, I walk with my
arms about Linda.
But what good does it do me, for Linda doesn't know I
exist,
Can't help feeling gloomy, think of all the lovin I've
missed.
We pass on the street ,my heart skips a beat, I say to
myself, hello, Linda.
If only she'd smile I'd stop for a while, and then I
would get to know Linda.
But miracles still happen and when my lucky star begins
to shine.
With one little kiss, I'll make Linda mine.