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'll never know how slow the moments go till
I'm near to 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.
*repeat