When I go to sleep
I never count sheep,
I count all the charms about Linda.

And 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 that I exist?
Can't help feeling 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
and then I would get to know Linda.

But miracles still happen
and when my lucky star begins to shine,
with one lucky break,
I'll make Linda mine.