You have the cool, clear eyes of a seeker of wisdom and truth,
Yet there's that up-turned 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 the 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 but to feel to 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.
Now I believe in you;
I believe in you.
And when my faith in my fellow man
all but falls apart,
I've but to feel to 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.
Now I believe in you;
I believe in you.