Were thine that special face
The face that fills my dreaming

Were thine the rythmed grace
Were thine the form so lithe and slender

Were thine the arms so warm, so tender
Were thine the kiss divine

Were thine the love for me
The love that fills my dreaming

When all these charms are thine
Then you'll be mine, all mine

I wrote a poem, in a classic style
I wrote it with my tongue in my cheek, and my lips in a smile
But of late my poem, has a meaning so new
For to my surprise, it suddenly applies
To my darling--to you

Were thine that special face
The face that feels my dreaming

Were thine the rhythmed grace
Were thine the form so lithe and slender
Were thine the arms so warm, so tender
Were thine the kiss divine

Were thine the love for me
The love which fills my dreaming

When all these charms are thine
Then you'll be mine, all mine

When all these charms are thine
Then you'll be mine, all mine