You have the cool clear eyes of a seeker of wisdom and truth,
Yet there's that upturned chin and the grin of impetuous youth,
I believe in you,
I believe in you.

I hear the sound of good solid judgment whenever you talk,
Yet there's that bold,
brave, spring of the tiger that quickens your walk,
I believe in you,
I believe in you.

And when my faith in my fellow man all but falls apart,
I've but to feel your hand grasping mine,
and I take heart,
I take heart to see the cool clear eyes of a seeker of wisdom and truth,
Yet there's that slam, bang, tang,
reminiscent of gin and Vermouth,
Now I believe in you,
I believe in you.

I believe in you,
I believe in you,
I believe,
I believe in you.