Linda Linda

Linda, Linda watching at the window, all the pretty cars go by
It’s a clear blue sky and I, wishing you were here
Linda, Linda wave your little finger, if you whistle I’d be there
See your golden hair. I dare not come if your mums in
Sweet thing, you sing a sweet song of love. I can’t resist
Give me a sign, make up your mind, your sister said that I could come maybe
Linda, Linda watching at the window, all the pretty cars go by
It’s a clear blue sky and I, wishing you were here
I do love you and hope that you love me too