When things go right,
And his job’s well done,
He wants to share
The prize he’s won.
If no one shares and no one cares,
Where is the fun of a job well done?
Or a prize you’ve won?

A fellow needs a home,
His own kind of home,
But to make this dream come true,
A fellow needs a girl,
His own kind of girl,
My kind of girl is you.

You’re the smile on my face,
Or a song that I sing;
You’re a rainbow I chase
On a morning in Spring;
You’re a star in the lace
Of a wild willow tree,
In the green leafy lace
Of a wild willow tree.

But tonight you’re no star,
Nor a song that I sing.
In my arms where you are,
You are sweeter than Spring;

In my arms where you are
Clinging closely to me,
You are lovelier by far,
Than I dreamed you could be.
You are lovelier, my darling
Than I dreamed
You could be!