You have the cool, clear eyes of a seeker of wisdom and truth, Yet there's that up-turned chin and the grin of impetuous youth. Oh I believe in you; I believe in you. I hear the sound of good solid judgment whenever you talk; Yet there's the bold, brave spring of the tiger that quickens your walk. Oh I believe in you; I believe in you. And when my faith in my fellow man all but falls apart, I've but to feel to your hand grasping mine and I take heart, I take heart. To see the cool, clear eyes of a seeker of wisdom and truth; Yet there's that slam-bang tang reminiscent of gin and vermouth. Now I believe in you; I believe in you. And when my faith in my fellow man all but falls apart, I've but to feel to your hand grasping mine and I take heart, I take heart. To see the cool, clear eyes of a seeker of wisdom and truth; Yet there's that slam-bang tang reminiscent of gin and vermouth. Now I believe in you; I believe in you.