Just think of things Like a daffodils And peacefull sheep On clover hills And morning sun On whippoorwills And you'll see the face that I love Think of any old sky Getting ready to cry Down comes the rain but it's raining confetti Then think of things Like far off isles And blue-green isles And sunlit smiles And in your hand The wishing star The one you thought too far above Every lovely view introduces you To the face that I love
