Из альбома: Blossom Dearie
Wait till you see her
See how he looks
Wait till you hear her laugh
Painters of paintings
Writers of books
Never could tell the half
Wait till you feel
The warmth of her glance
Pensive and sweet and wise
All of it lovely
All of it thrilling
I’ll never be willing to free her
When you see her
YYu won’t believe your eyes