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 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 lucky break,
I'll make Linda mine.
This song reminds me of Paul and Linda because it was written by Jack Lawrence for Linda, when she was two, to pay off a debt he owed her father, Lee.