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 I exist
I can't help feeling gloomy
'Cause just 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 her awhile
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