In Buddy's Eyes

In Buddy's Eyes - Barbara Cook/New York Philharmonic Orchestra/Paul Gemignani

Life is slow but it seems exciting

Cause Buddy's there

Gourmet cooking and letter-writing

And knowing Buddy's there

Every morning don't faint

I tend the flowers

Can you believe it

Every weekend I paint

For umpteen hours

And yes I miss a lot

Living like a shut-in

No I haven't got

Cooks and cart and diamonds

Yes my clothes are not

Paris fashions but in

Buddy's eyes

I'm young I'm beautiful

In Buddy's eyes

I don't get older

So life is ducky

And time goes flying

And I'm so lucky

I feel like crying

In Buddy's eyes

I'm young I'm beautiful

In Buddy's eyes

I can't get older

I'm still the princess

Still the prize

In Buddy's eyes

I'm young I'm beautiful

In Buddy's arms

On Buddy's shoulder

I won't get older

Nothing dies

And all I ever dreamed I'd be

The best I ever thought of me

Is every minute there to see

In Buddy's eyes