Warm as the autumn light, soft as a pool at night,
The sound of your singing, Baby Doe.
And while I was list?ning, I was recalling
Things that once I had wanted so much
And forgotten as years slipped away.
A girl I knew back home in Vermont, the sea in New Hampshire,
The first sight of the mountains.
They say I?ve been lucky; there?s nothing my money won?t buy.
It couldn?t be I was unhappy or was missing the good things in life.
But only tonight came again in your singing,
That feeling of wonder, of longing and pain.
Deep in your lovely eyes, all of enchantment lies
And tenderly beckons, Baby Doe,
Dearest Baby Doe.