Silly little daisy,
Sway your head in summertime play,
Turn to face a warm sun,
Pick'd by a small hand,
Woven into a crown,

Silly little rain drops,
Born from a clear, blue sky,
Fall on tiptoes to earth,
Land on my tongue,
I smile,

Silly little toad,
Sings songs in tenor voices,
Outside my open window,
Stay a while and sing,
I will sing along,

Silly little girl,
Golden wheat hair,
Blue ocean eyes,
Rose lips,
Smile.

Sweet dreams baby,
No goodnight kiss,
A 'X' over my heart,
No way you can miss,
Your aim is impeccable,
And I have no way out,
I'm tired of lying,
And living with doubt,
Shot straight through the heart,
In and again,
My lover's own bullet,
Ended the pain,
Not a bullet of lead,
No gun to be found,
And from a lonesome trigger,
There was never a sound,
A gun called fate,
A bullet called love,
The target I became,
Salvation- unworthy of,
You saved a girl,
Who would never have known,
A love like this,
Would ever have grown,
From a friendship and laughter,
Something beautiful came,
All thanks to a lover,
And his flawless aim.

Promise me the stars and moon,
And all sorts of silly things,
Like a cricket's song in mid-June,
Or a pair of calico butterfly's wings,

Promise me a tall oak tree,
With many sturdy boughs,
So that they might cast a shade on me,
As you make these silly vows,

Promise me a million things,
And say they might be true,
But not a matter of it to me means,
Because all I want is you,

Promise me to be there always,
With an open heart and laughter,
And always to face a new day.
Like it's our happily ever after.