Linda Linda - Masters Apprentices

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