Helen O'Connell
Green Eyes
Green Eyes
Your green eyes with their soft lights,
Your eyes that promise sweet nights
Bring to my soul a long - ing, a thirst for love divine.
In dreams I seem to hold you, to find you and enfold you;
Our lips meet, and our hearts, too, with a thrill so sublime.
Those cool and limpid green eyes,
A pool where in my love lies
So deep that in my searching
For happiness, I fear
That they will ever haunt me,
All through my life they'll taunt me,
But will they ever want me, Green Eyes?
Make my dreams come true.
