Wait till you see him

See how he looks

Wait till you hear him laugh

Painters of paintings

Writers of books

Never could tell the half

Wait till you feel

The warmth of his glance

Pensive and sweet and wise

All of it lovely

All of it thrilling

I'll never be willing to free him

When you see him

You won't believe your eyes

Wait till you feel

The warmth of his glance

Pensive and sweet and wise

All of it lovely

All of it thrilling

I'll never be willing to free him

When you see him

You won't believe your eyes