From the musical “The Pink Lady”, 1911
Words by C. M. S. McLellan
Music by Ivan Caryll
The sheet music:
Accompaniment by James Pitt-Payne:
Lyrics
- If I were a man I’d be
Not president, but just he
Who plays the violin in the band
At the Cafe de Paris
For then I should have a chance
By fiddling to entrance
And fill with ardor of romance
The prettiest girls in France
And while I’d play
My yearning eyes would say
My yearning eyes would say
Chorus
To you, beautiful lady, I raise my eyes
My heart, beautiful lady, to your heart sighs
Come, come, beautiful lady, to Paradise
E’re the sweet, sweet waltz dream dies
Glide, Glide, beautiful lady, on light, bright wings
While the rapture of music around us swings
Dream, dream dream and forget
Care, pain, useless regret
Love, love, beautiful lady, in my heart sings
- Each night on a rip-pling tide
Of melody I would glide
And live in the light of beauty’s eyes
With everything else outside
I’d woo with a magic bow
Such harmonies sweet and low
The ladies would forget to eat
And Pommery cease to flow
And while I’d play
My yearning eyes would say
My yearning eyes would say