The very thought of you, and I forget to do
The little ordinary things that ev’ryone 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 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.