The stars won’t come out
If they know that you’re about
‘Cause they couldn’t match the glow of your eyes
And, oh, who am I
Just an ordinary guy
Trying hard to win me first prize
Oh, Candida
We could make it together
The further from here, girl, the better
Where the air is fresh and clean
Hmm, Candida
Just take my hand, and I’ll lead ya
I promise life will be sweeter
And it said so in my dreams
There are a couple of lines in there that contain the beginning of a good country song.