Linda, Linda . . .

Morning noon an' night I find

Linda's always on my mind . . .

When I go to sleep,

I never count sheep,

I count all the charms about Linda!

An' 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 feelin' 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,

Then I would get to know Linda!

But miracles still happen,

And when my lucky star begins to shine,

With one luck break I'll make Linda . . .

Someday I'll betcha,

I'm gonna getcha!

Oh, Linda, Linda . . .

My Linda, Linda . . .

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,

Then I would get to know Linda!

But miracles still happen,

And when my lucky star begins to shine,

With one luck break I'll make Linda . . .

I'll make Linda mine!

Hmmm

Words and Music by Jack Lawrence, 1947