Were thine that special face?
The face which fills my dreaming
Were thine the rhythm'd 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

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