VERSE

When troubles get me,
Cares beset me
And won't let me go,
I turn to you
For consolation.
There I find new peace of mind;
To leave behind my woe
I turn to you
As I shall always do.

REFRAIN

The touch of your lips
Upon my brow,
Your lips that are cool
And sweet.
Such tenderness
Lies in their soft caress,
My heart forgets to beat.
The touch of your hands
Upon my head,
The love in your eyes
A-shine.
The moment divine,
The touch of your lips
On mine.