Introd: 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 I exist. Can't help feeling gloomy Think of all the love that I've missed. We pass on the street, my heart skips a beat, I say to myself, "Hello, Linda." If only she'd smile and 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.