The Face I Love

To think of things like daffodils And peaceful sheep on clovered hills The morning sun, the whippoorwills And you'll see the face that I love Think of any old stag Getting ready to drag Down comes the rain But it's raining confetti Then think of things like Far off isles To blue green eyes And sunlit smiles And in your hand The wishing star The one you thought too far above Every lovely view introduces you To the face I love Then think of things like Far off isles To blue-green eyes, and sunlit smiles And in your hand The wishing star The one you thought too far above Every lovely view introduces you To the face I love