The Face I Love
Just think of things like daffodils
And peaceful sheep on clovered hills
The morning song of whippoorwills
And you'll see the face I love
Think of any old sky
Getting ready to cry
Down comes the rain but
It's raining confetti
Then think of things like far-off isles
To blue-green eyes
And sunlit smiles
And in your hand a wishing star
The one you saw too far above
Every lovely view
Introduces you
To the face I love
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Think of any old sky
Getting ready to cry
Down comes the rain but
It's raining confetti
Then think of things like far-off isles
To blue-green eyes
And sunlit smiles
And in your hand a wishing star
The one you saw too far above
Every lovely view
Introduces you
To the face I love