Emerald Eyes

Emerald Eyes
(Words and Music by Craig Bickhardt and F. C. Collins)

In your emerald eyes
I can the leaves of summer
When berries on the vine are still bitter
And the fields are green and warm

In your emerald eyes
I can see the island water
Where the white sand off the shore meets the coral
As we lie in the sheltered cove

I can see the fire in your emerald eyes
Your beautiful desire has me hypnotized
In your emerald eyes I really see nothing
Nothing but a man in love
With your emerald eyes

For your emerald eyes
I would raid the tombs of pharaohs
Or scale the golden walls of El Dorado
And never find the setting I require

To capture all the fire in your emerald eyes
Your beautiful desire has me hypnotized
In your emerald eyes I really see nothing
Nothing but a man in love
With your emerald eyes

(Instrumental)

In your emerald eyes I really see nothing
Nothing but a man in love
With your emerald eyes
Nothing but a man in love