| About her eyes, now they’re misty shining |
| About her hair, it’s long and clean |
| About her face, now it’s soft and smiling |
| You can’t trace her thoughts 'cause they can’t be seen |
| When she flows by you so gently |
| She brings a breeze that just cleans the air |
| And when she speaks, why it’s barely a whisper |
| That tries to hide but you know it’s there |
| She smiles at you and it sends you sailin' |
| It sweeps you yonder all along in the night |
| You glide with ease and you can hardly feel it |
| But you can tell you’re driftin' in a moments flight |
| And when she leaves you become quite drowsy |
| So you recline in your easy chair |
| She’s left you there to think in silence |
| About her eyes, about her face, and her hair |
| About her eyes, about her face, and her hair |