I know two eyes--two jet-black eyes,
Yet fond and true and tender.
I see them in the twinkling stars,
And in the glowing ember.
You girls may talk of sweet blue eyes,
Or on soft brown eyes tarry,
But I will take those jet-black eyes,
So sparkling, bright, and merry.
They come to me at twilight hour,
They come in morning early,
They come my every joy to share,
Those jet-black eyes so merry.
They come at noon, and when I'm sad
They look at me so kindly,
Their ever-tender, sparkling glance
Dwells on me, oh, so fondly.
I know two eyes--two jet-black eyes,
Yet fond and true and tender;
They're bright as any twinkling star
Up in the heavens yonder.
I look into those sparkling eyes,
Those jet-black eyes so merry,
And see within their radiant depths
The love-light of my "dearie."