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 does know I exist?
Can 't help feeling gloomy,
think of all the loving 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.
I count all the charms about Linda.
I walk with my arms about Linda
But what good does it do me?
For Linda does know I exist
Can't help feeling gloomy
Think of all the lovin' I've missed
I say to myself, hello Linda
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.
I'll make Linda mine. you