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

I believe in you, I believe in you, I believe, I believe in you