The Face I Love

Just think of things like daffodils and peaceful sheep on clovered hills

The morning song of whip-poor-wills

And you'll see the face that 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 fireflies

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

Think of any old sky getting ready to cry

Down comes the rain but it's raining confetti

Then think of things like fireflies

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

Love