The Very Thought Of You Songtext
von The Four Freshmen

The very thought of you and I forget to do
The little ordinary things that everyone ought to do
I′m living in a kind of daydream, I'm happy as a king
And foolish though it may seem, to me that′s everything
The mere idea of you, the longing here for you


You
I see your face in every flower, your eyes in stars above
It's just the thought of you, the very thought of you, my
Love
I see your face in every flower, your eyes in stars above
It's just the thought of you, the very thought of you, my
Love