Funny Day, Looking For Laughter And Finding It There


Sunny Day, Braiding Wild Flowers And Leaves In My Hair


Picked Up A Pencil And Wrote I Love You In My Finest Hand


Wanted To Send It, But I Don't Know Where I Stand


Telephone, Even The Sound Of Your Voice Is Still New


All Alone In California And Talking To You


And Feeling Too Foolish And Strange To Say The Words That I Had Planned


I Guess It's Too Early, 'cause I Don't Know Where I Stand


Crickets Call, Courting Their Ladies In Star-dappled Green


Thickets Tall, Until The Morning Comes Up Like A Dream


All Muted And Misty, So Drowsy Now I'll Take What Sleep I Can


I Know That I Miss You, But I Don't Know Where I Stand


I Know That I Miss You, But I Don't Know Where I Stand