I Believe In You

(album: In A Broadway Bag (Mame) - 1966)

You have the cool, clear eyes
Of a seeker of wisdom and truth
Yet there's that up-turned chin
And the grin of impetuous youth
Oh, I believe in you
I believe in you

I hear the sound of good, solid judgment
Whenever you talk
Yet there's the bold, brave spring of the tiger
That quickens your walk
Oh, 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
Oh, I believe in you
How I believe in you

I believe in you
I believe in you
I believe you're good for me, baby