When the light would fall just right on your brow,
your eyes reflect so many shades of green.
And by and by I think I've found
my very, most very, favorite thing.

I'm in love with your smile, believe me this,
and my beating heart swells up when you sing.
Skipped! Its your eyes I've never missed,
and light on them is my favorite thing.

And all the world fills up with bright treasures,
but the treasures all look so dim to me.
Green love stare as bright as ever,
and the darkness touches no where near me.

But time has forced us to now see our woes,
because our blind eyes will not make them cease.
I feel as if your eyes have closed,
if not to the world, well then, just to me.

And as my dim eyes close to weep,
I think of my most favorite thing.