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.