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No. 18 - Song - Queen - "Those loving eyes."
| Queen: | Supposing that I were the Queen of your heart, And you were my lover true, You'd have to forget you were playing a part, And speak as a Suitor would do, With passionate gaze at my feet you would kneel, For that is the orthodox way, And plead for my hand, with a tender appeal, And these are the words you should say. When I look into those loving eyes of yours, I know you're mine. In their dreamy depths I seem to read the dawn of love divine. Clear as sunlight on a rippling sea, And brighter far than sun can shine, When I look into those loving eyes of yours, I know you're mine. |
| And I would pretend as I hung on each word, Tho' lovers I'd had by the score, That nothing so charming had ever been heard, Or ever been thought of before, And if on your suit I would graciously smile, As maidens in fairyland do, We'd both grow so earnest, that after a while, Perhaps our romance would come true. When I look into those loving eyes of yours, I know you're mine. In their dreamy depths I seem to read the dawn of love divine. Clear as sunlight on a rippling sea, And brighter far than sun can shine, When I look into those loving eyes of yours, I know you're mine. |
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Page modified 1 November 2016