| G | |
| The very th | ought of you |
| G6 | |
| And I forg | et to do |
| G | |
| The little | ordinary things |
| A7 | |
| That everyone | ought to do |
| Am | Em | |
| I'm living | in a kind of d | aydream |
| Em7 | F#7 | |
| I'm h | appy as a k | ing |
| Bm | A7 | |
| And f | oolish though it m | ay seem |
| Am | D7 | |
| To m | e that's everyth | ing |
| G | |
| The mere id | ea of you |
| G6 | |
| The longing h | ere for you |
| G | |
| You'll never kn | ow how slow the moments go |
| A7 | |
| Till I’m n | ear to you |
| Am | Em | |
| I see your f | ace in every fl | ower |
| Em7 | A7 | |
| Your | eyes in stars ab | ove |
| D7 | |
| It’s just the th | ought of you |
| Am | G | |
| The very th | ought of you, my l | ove |
