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