Wait till you see her,
See how she looks.
Wiat till you hear her laugh.
Painters of paintings, writers of books,
They couldn't tell the half.
Wait till you feel the warmth of her glance,
Simple and sweet and wise.
All of it lovely, all of it thrilling.
I'll never be willing to free her.
When you see her,
You won't believe your eyes.
Very simple and poignant for Hart, with a nice rhythmic twist at the end. This is quoted from memory, and the only word I'm not sure of is "lovely". "Loving"? I know it from Liza Minelli's version with the pronouns changed.