Clover

As a man of chance, not much for fate, My superstitions are hard to break. But, if Lucky see, then Lucky do, Then Clover I'll be lucky to find you. I've had a pocket-pair with an Ace up my sleeve At an all-in table that boasted one King. But, my luck has been known to wear walking shoes So, Clover I'll be lucky to find you. Clover I'll be lucky To ever find something like you. Please, Clover make me lucky. In all the world there's a billion blades In the grass on the ground that all look the same. I've combed them over- I've sifted through- And Clover I'll be lucky to find you. Clover I'll be lucky To ever find something So small and so lovely. Yes, Clover I'll be lucky if I ever find you. Please, Clover make me lucky.