I don't need your photograph to sit by my bed
Your picture is always in my head
I don't need your portrait, dear, to call you to mind
For waking or sleeping, dear, I find

The very thought of you and I forget to do
The little ordinary things that everyone ought to do
I'm livin' 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 will never know how slow the moments go til' I'm near to you
I see your face in every flower
Your eyes in stars above
It's just the thought of you
The very thought of you, my love

The mere idea of you, the longing here for you
You will never know how slow the moments go till I'm near to you
I see your face in every flower
Your eyes in stars above
It's just the thought of you
The very thought of you, my love"