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 love that I've missed.
We pass on the street, my heart skips a beat
I say to myself, "Hello, Linda"
If only she'd smile and 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 lucky break I'll make Linda mine