Lyrics:

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