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 that I exist?
Can't help feeling gloomy,
think of a
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 that I exist?
Can't help feeling gloomy,
think of a