The Face I Love - Astrud Gilberto

Just think of things

Like a 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 far off isles

And blue-green eyes

And sunlit smiles

And in your hand

A wishing star

The one you thought too far above

Every lovely view introduces you

To the face I love