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 ex – ist.

Can’t help feeling gloomy —

Think of all the love that I’ve missed.

We    pass on the street, my heart skips a beat,

I say to myself, “Hello, Linda.”

If only she’d smile and stop for a while,

And then I would get to know Linda.

But mir – a –      cles still happen,

And when my lucky star begins to shine,

With one lucky break I’ll make Lin – da m   ine. GdimD6