Produced By Michael Bublé & Alan Chang
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 am a 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
'til I'm near to you
I see your face, in every flower
Your eyes in stars above
It's 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
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 am a 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
'til I'm near to you
I see your face, in every flower
Your eyes in stars above
It's 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
