From “Stars In Your Eyes”, 1939 Words by Dorothy Fields Music by Arthur Schwartz
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Don’t say the daily struggle will get you down
Don’t say you’re tired fighting it out
Enter reason, exit doubt
There’s no blessing, you must do without
Refrain:
It’s all yours, everything you see
It’s all yours, absolutely free
Just leave your cloister, Baby, stop mopin’
The world’s your oyster ready to open
It’s all yours, if it’s health you want
To call yours, all the wealth you want
The sun, the moon
The land and the sea, too, me, too
It’s all of it yours, it’s all of it yours
It’s all yours, everything you see,
It’s all yours, absolutely free!
Just leave your cloister baby, stop mopin’,
The world’s your oyster, ready to open!
Oh it’s all yours, is it help you want
To call yours, all the wealth you want?
The sun, the moon, the land and the sea, to me too,
Is all of it yours, is all of it yours?