Linda

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 that I exist?
Can't help feeling gloomy
Think of all the lovin' I've 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 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