Just think of things like 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 fireflies To blue-green eyes and sunlit smiles And in your hand, a wishing star The one you saw too far above Every lovely view introduces you To the face 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 fireflies To blue-green eyes and sunlit smiles And in your hand, a wishing star The one you saw too far above Every lovely view introduces you To the face I love Love