The mere idea of you
It's just the thought of you
It's the thought of you
Your eyes in stars above
I see your face in every flower
That everyone ought to do
Your eyes in stars above
To me that's everything
The little ordinary things
I see your face in every flower
The longing here for you
You'll never know how slow
The very thought of you, my love
The moments go till I'm near to you
I'm living in a kind of daydream
And foolish though it may seem
I'm happy as a king