Linda, Linda . . .

Morning noon an' night I find

Linda's always on my mind . . .



When I go to sleep,

I never count sheep,

I count all the charms about Linda!



An' 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 exist,

Can't help feelin' gloomy,

Think of all the lovin' 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,

Then I would get to know Linda!



But miracles still happen,

And when my lucky star begins to shine,

With one luck break I'll make Linda . . .



Someday I'll betcha,

I'm gonna getcha!







Oh, Linda, Linda . . .







My Linda, Linda . . .







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,

Then I would get to know Linda!



But miracles still happen,

And when my lucky star begins to shine,

With one luck break I'll make Linda . . .



I'll make Linda mine!

Hmmm





Words and Music by Jack Lawrence, 1947