Those Love-Lit, Sparkling Eyes.
Copyright, 1894, by Spaulding & Gray.
Words and Music by Wm. B. Gray.
I've a sweetheart, and I love to sing her praise;
I've a sweetheart, and on her I love to gaze,
Not because her face is fair, not to banish worldly care,
Not because she's sweet, with cute or winsome ways,
I will tell you why this girl I idolize,
Why to me she's more than aught in paradise.
Tho' it's strange, indeed, to sparkling eyes.
Since I first beheld those love-lit, sparkling eyes,
Wherein every shade of sweet expression lies;
Since I saw them glance and dart,
I've completely lost my heart
To the girl who owns those love-lit, sparkling eyes.
When they twinkle merrily, it makes me glad:
When they flicker mournfully, it makes me sad.
If in time's uncertain years I should see them shedding tears,
Seems to me that such a sight would drive me mad.
Every night, with eyes uplifted toward the skies;
Every morning when from slumber I arise,
I beseech, in fervent prayer, that the tears of grief or care
May ne'er bedim those love-lit, sparkling eyes.- Chorus.