The Face I Love

Just think of things like daffodils

And peaceful sheep on clovered hills

The morning song of whippoorwills

And you'll see 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 far-off isles

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

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Think of any old sky

Getting ready to cry

Down comes the rain but

It's raining confetti

Then think of things like far-off isles

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