I know two eyes—two jet-black eyes,

Yet fond and true and tender.

I see them in the twinkling stars,

And in the glowing ember.

You girls may talk of sweet blue eyes,

Or on soft brown eyes tarry,

But I will take those jet-black eyes,

So sparkling, bright, and merry.

They come to me at twilight hour,

They come in morning early,

They come my every joy to share,

Those jet-black eyes so merry.

They come at noon, and when I'm sad

They look at me so kindly,

Their ever-tender, sparkling glance

I know two eyes—two jet-black eyes,

Yet fond and true and tender;

They're bright as any twinkling star

Up in the heavens yonder.

I look into those sparkling eyes,

Those jet-black eyes so merry,

And see within their radiant depths

The love-light of my "dearie."