After Aril 25,1943 is no longer listed in the program

Wait till you see her
see how he looks 
wait till you hear her laugh.

Painters of paintings 
writers of books 
never could tell the half. 

Wait till you fill 
the warmth from his glance,
Pensive and sweet and wise. 

All of it lovely 
all of it trilling 
I’ll never be willing to free her.
 
When you see her 
you won’t believe your eyes 
you won’t believe your eyes.

VERSE
My fiends how knew me
Never would know me
They'd look right through  me
Above and below me
And ask "who's that man?
Who is that man
That's  not my heart lighthearted friend"
Meeting a girl was the start of the end
Love is a simple emotion a friend should comprehend

Merchandise