You ask the reason why I love but you,
Little girl of mine;
And would you believe me if I told you true,
Little girl divine!
There’s a thousand reasons why I love you so,
But I can’t tell why;
But you’ve asked the question and you want to know,
So I’ll try, try, try.
It’s the pretty things you say, dear,
And the pretty things you do;
It’s the pretty smiles you smile dear,
And your pretty eyes of blue;
It’s the pretty looks you give me
When I ask you to be true,
It’s the very pretty girl you are,
That’s why I am so fond of you.
It’s the you.
All the stars shine brighter, little girl of mine,
If you’re only nigh;
And your eyes shine brighter than the stars that shine,
Can you tell me why?
Tell me why I’m happy when your voice I hear?
Why your eyes are blue?
Then I’ll tell the reason why I love you, dear,
Only you, you, you!
Snyder, Ted and Bryan, Alfred, "It's the Pretty Things You Say" (1908). Historic Sheet Music Collection. 1656.
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