Thank You, Robert Morse

I have a cold.  It was rotten earlier in the week, now, it's just a cold.  Stuffy nose, cough, etc.  I'll get over it eventually.

However.  Today I'm singing.  And that's a surprise.  It's been a long time.  As a personal barometer, me singing show tunes means good things.

So, just for giggles:

Now there you are.
Yes, there's that face.
That face that somehow I trust.
It may embarrass you to hear me say it.
But say it I must,
Say it I must

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.
(roar, roar!)

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 with the slam, bang, tang
Reminiscent of gin and vermouth.

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