There could never be
A portrait of my love
For nobody could paint a dream.
You will never see
A portrait of my love
For miracles are nev - er seen.
(ponte)
Any one who sees her
Soon forgets the Mo-na Li-sa.
It would take, I know,
A Michelangelo,
And he would need the glow of dawn
That paints the sky above
To try and paint a portrait of my love.