Lyrics

Just think of things like daffodils And peaceful sheep on clovered hills The morning song of whippoorwills And you'll see the face 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 To blue-green eyes And sunlit smiles And in your hand a wishing star The one you saw too far above Every lovely view Introduces you To the face I love [Instrumental] 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 To blue-green eyes And sunlit smiles And in your hand a wishing star The one you saw too far above Every lovely view Introduces you To the face I love