YOU, ONLY YOU.
Copyright, 1895, by H. W. Petrie.
Words and Music by Walter P. Keen.
Of whom do I dream in the day and the night?
Of you, only you!
The prettiest picture that comes to my sight
Is you, only you.
Who taught me that love is far dearer than life?
Who fills me with joy in the midst of all strife?
And who is the girl that I wish for my wife?
'Tis you, only you.
You, only you, ever so true,
Which one do I love? You, only you.
The roses are proud to be plucked by the hand
Of you, only you.
The stars shine their brightest on your native land
For you, only you.
The breezes at evening with each other vie
To kiss you, then vanish away with a sigh.
Who shows me an angel whenever she's nigh?
'Tis you, only you.-Refrain.