I could fall in love with the proper stranger
   If I heard the bells and the banjos ring
   If two certain eyes with the look of danger
   Smiled a welcome warm as Spring
   If the tom-tom in my heart sounded out a warning
   "Don't let her, don't let her walk through the door"
   "This is the one you've been waiting for"
   Oh, yes, I'd know
   However wild it seems, you know I'd know
   And I'd whisper
   "Come take my hand, proper stranger"
   "Don't go through life as a stranger"
   "For I'm a poor proper stranger, too"