I will gather stars out of the blue,
For you, for you . . .
I'll make a string of pearls out of the dew,
For you, for you . . .
Over the highway and over the street,
Carpets of clover I'll lay at your feet . . .
Oh, there's nothing in this world I wouldn't do,
For you, for you . . .
Over the highway and over the street,
Carpets of clover I will lay at your feet . . .
Oh, there's nothing in this world I wouldn't do,
For you, for you . . .
