You have the cool clear eyes of a seeker of wisdom and truth,
Yet there's the upturned chin and the grin of impetuous youth;
Oh, 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;
Oh, I believe in you,
I believe in you!
And when my faith in my fellow man all but falls apart,
I've got 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;
Oh, I believe in you,
I believe in you!
