I've been balking in town's park
I'm chasing my dreams in the dark
It's a custom, Mary
There's a ghost on me to just think
What a lovely thing you do
Many days since you have left
And where we're headed's just a guess
But I remember
I remember you and what you said to us
And you know what a lovely thing you do
The imagination of you, yeah
It's strange to think about it
And hard to talk about it
How could we see it?
Yeah, there is always
The one calling you
The kind that never leaves you
Many things remind me
Of the magic of your love
A sly one, so said I
What a lovely thing you do
Imagination of you
What a lovely thing you do
Imagination of you
What a lovely thing you do