Howard Keel — Were Thine That Special Face

Were thine that special face The face that fills my dreaming Were thine the rhythmed 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 that 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 When all these charms are thine Then you'll be mine, all mine