| You have the cool clear eyes of a
seeker of wisdom and truth,
Yet there's that upturned chin and
the grin of impetuous youth,
I believe in you,
I believe in you.
I hear the sound of good solid
judgment whenever you talk,
Yet there's that bold,
brave, spring of the tiger that
quickens your walk,
I believe in you,
I believe in you.
And when my faith in my fellow man all but falls apart,
I've but to feel your hand grasping mine, and I
take heart, I take heart to see the cool clear
eyes of a seeker of wisdom and truth, Yet there's
that slam, bang, tang, reminiscent of gin and
Vermouth, Now I believe in you, I believe in you.
(musical interlude) I believe in you, I believe in
you, I believe, I believe in you. |
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