The Very Thought of You - Al Bowlly, Ray Noble, London Symphony Orchestra

The very thought of you and I forget to do The little ordinary things that 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 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’ll 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