Though I know that we meet ev’ry night
and we couldn’t have changed since the last time,
to my joy and delight,
it’s a new kind of love at first sight.
Though it’s you and it’s I all the time
ev’ry meeting’s a marvelous pastime.
You’re increasingly sweet,
so whenever we happen to meet
I greet you . . .
With a song in my heart
I behold your adorable face.
Just a song at the start
but it soon is a hymn to your grace.
When the music swells
I’m touching your hand
It tells me you’re standing near, and ..
At the sound of your voice
heaven opens its portals to me.
Can I help but rejoice
that a song such as ours came to be?
But I always knew
I would live life through
with a song in my heart for you.
Rogers and Hart (1929)