Paroles: Frank Sinatra. The Very Thought of You.

The very thought of you and I forget to do
The ordinary things that everyone ought to do
I'm living in a kind of daydream, I'm happy as a king
Foolish though it may seem, to me that's everything

The mere idea of you, the longing here for you
You'll never know how slow the moments go till I'm near to you
I see your face in every flower, your eyes in stars above
It's just the thought of you, the very thought of you, my love