Albert King - The Very Thought of You

The Very Thought of You

Albert King

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 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

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