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!







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!



It's just the thought of you,

the very thought of you,

my love!



Words and Music by Ray Nobel, 1934