Drink! Drink! Drink! To eyes that are bright as stars
when they’re shining on me!
Drink! Drink! Drink! To lips that are red and sweet
as the fruit on the tree! Here’s a hope that those
bright eyes will shine Lovingly,
longingly soon into mine! May those lips that are red
and sweet, Tonight with joy my own lips meet!
Drink! Drink! Let the toast start!
May young hearts never part!
Drink! Drink! Drink! Let every true lover salute his
sweetheart! Drink! Drink! Drink!
To arms that are white and warm as a rose in the sun!
Drink! Drink! Drink! To hearts that will love one,
only when I am the one! Here’s a hope that those soft
arms will twine Tenderly, trustingly soon around mine!
All I ask is the right to see the smiling eyes beguiling
me Drink! Drink! Let the toast start!
May young hearts never part!
Drink! Drink! Drink! Let every true lover salute his
sweetheart! Let’s drink! Drink!
Drink! Drink! To eyes that are bright as stars when
they’re shining on me! Drink!
Drink! Drink! To lips that are red and sweet as the
fruit on the tree! Here’s a hope that those soft arms
will twine Tenderly, trustingly soon around mine!
All I ask is a right to see the smiling eyes beguiling
me Drink! Drink! Let the toast start!
May young hearts never part!
Drink! Drink! Drink! Let every true lover salute his
sweetheart! Let’s drink
Mario Lanza passed into eternity two months after I was born. Six decades later, I probably have as many Lanza CDs I could lay my hands on. I have also copied them on a flash drive and play it on the office commute. I simply adore him!