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.
(roar, roar!)
Oh, I believe in you,
I believe in you.
And when my faith in my fellow man
Oh but falls apart,
I've but 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 with the slam, bang, tang
Reminiscent of gin and vermouth.
Oh, I believe in you,
I believe in you.