When troubles get me, cares beset me,

And wont 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.



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,

And now, at last, the moment divine,

The touch of your lips on mine.



(Instrumental interlude and pick up at *.)



*The touch of your hands upon my head,

The love in your eyes a-shine,

And now, at last, the moment divine,

The touch of your lips on mine.