Words & Music by Ray Noble, 1934

The very thought of you and I forget to do

The little or-di-nar-y things that ev'ryone 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 ev'-ry-thing.

The mere idea of you, the longing here for you;

You'll never know how slow the moments go 'til I'm near to you.

I see your face in ev'ry flower, your eyes in stars above--

It's just the thought of you,

The very thought of you, my love.

The very thought of you, my love.