I will gather stars out of the blue, For you, for you . . . I'll make a string of pearls out of the dew, For you, for you . . . Over the highway and over the street, Carpets of clover I'll lay at your feet . . . Oh, there's nothing in this world I wouldn't do, For you, for you . . . Over the highway and over the street, Carpets of clover I will lay at your feet . . . Oh, there's nothing in this world I wouldn't do, For you, for you . . .