Were thine that special face
The face that fills 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 that fills my dreaming

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

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