THE VERY BEST GIRL, I KNOW.
Copyright, 1892 by Frank Harding.
Words and Music by Henry Lamb.
I have a girl, a treasure, sweet as the morn is she.
Our love you cannot measure, truly happy we;
She listens for my coming, and greets me with a kiss;
I am sure you would not ask for happiness more than this, for she is-
Stately, tall and fair, eyes so blue and tender,
Heart of gold, prize untold, she's my heart's surrender;
Grace and beauty rare, all her friends commend her;
A model of perfection, and the very best girl, I know.
There may be girls more tender, there may be hearts more true.
Form more divine, more slender, eyes of deeper blue,
But never having seen them, contented then am I;
That my heart is satisfied upon that you can rely, for she is-Chorus.