Linda – Frank Sinatra

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 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 little kiss,
I’ll make Linda mine.