The Very Thought Of You - The Hot Club Of San Francisco

The very thought of you

And I forget to do

The little ordinary things

Everyone ought to do

I’m living in a kind of daydream

I’m happy as a king

And foolish though it may seem

To me, that’s everything

The mere idea of you

The longing here for you

You’ll never know how slow the moments go

'Till I’m near to you

I see your face in every flower

Your eyes, like stars above

It’s just the thought of you

The very though of you

My love