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