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 HAVE 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 HER A WHILE
AND THEN, LHA,OULD 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.
