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