The Face I Love

Just think of things

Like daffodils

And peaceful sheep

On clover hills

And morning sun

On whipporwills

And you'll see the face that I love

Think of any old sky

getting ready to cry

Down comes the rain but it's raining confetti

Then think of things

like far off isles

And blue-green isles

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 that I love