Were thine that special face?   The face which fills my dreaming   Were thine the rhythm'd grace      Were thine the form so lithe and slender   Were thine the arms so warm, so tender   Were thine the kiss divine      Were thine the love for me   The love which fills my dreaming   When all these charms are thine   Then you'll be mine, all mine      Were thine the love for me   The love which fills my dreaming   When all these charms are thine   Then you'll be mine, all mine