That to me is what your eyes are, Soft as stars in April skies are, Tell me some day you'll fulfill Their promise of a thrill. Flashing eyes in which my hopes rise, Let me show you where my heart lies. Let me prove that it adores That loveliness of yours.

That to me is what your eyes are, Soft as stars in April skies are, Tell me some day you'll fulfill Their promise of a thrill. Flashing eyes in which my hopes rise, Let me show you where my heart lies. Let me prove that it adores That loveliness of yours.