Were Thine That Special Face - Howard Keel

Were thine that special face?

The face which fills my dreaming

Were thine the rhythm’d 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 which 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