Frank Sinatra - Linda

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 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 little kiss, I'll make Linda mine.