Look at me.
I’m as help less as a kit ten up a tree,
And I feel like I’m cling ing to a cloud;
I can’t un der stand, I get mist y just hold ing your hand.
Walk my way
and a thou sand vi o lins be gin to play,
Or it might be the sound of your hel lo,
that mu sic I hear, I get mist y, the mo ment you’re near.
You can say that you’re lead ing me on,
but it’s just what I want you to do.
Don’t you no tice how hope less ly I’m lost
that’s why I’m fol low ing you.
On my own,
would I wan der through this won der land a lone
nev er know ing my right foot from my left,
my hat from my glove, I’m too mist y and too much in love.
Look at me.
I’m as help less as a kit ten up a tree,
And I feel like I’m cling ing to a cloud;
I can’t un der stand, I get mist y just hold ing your hand.
Walk my way
and a thou sand vi o lins be gin to play,
Or it might be the sound of your hel lo,
that mu sic I hear, I get mist y, the mo ment you’re near.
You can say that you’re lead ing me on,
but it’s just what I want you to do.
Don’t you no tice how hope less ly I’m lost
that’s why I’m fol low ing you.
On my own,
would I wan der through this won der land a lone
nev er know ing my right foot from my left,
my hat from my glove, I’m too mist y and too much in love.
Look at love.
This page shows “Misty” by William Gillock in our color-coded kid songbook view — every note is colored by pitch (red C, orange D, yellow E, green F, blue G, purple A, pink B) and the lyrics sit directly under each note, so children can sing along while they play. The song is in the key of Ab at 70 BPM, a slightly more challenging arrangement — practice each phrase slowly first.