There are those who don't see her beauty,
As they look with only their eyes,
There are those who have never seen,
behind her diguise,
She has silver in her hair,
And she's growing older,
But he says her beauty is still there,
beauty is in the eyes of the beholder.
Some would pass her on the street,
without looking twice,
But one time someone looked deep,
with knowing eyes,
Her tears sometime fall on his shoulder,
Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder.
Some people admire a rose,
Some people want a simple wild flower,
When he holds her close,
he still weakens to love's power.
He still lights the flame,
When the night grows colder,
Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder.
If she looked into the mirror,
She wouldn't see the girl with the tier,
In her long silver hair,
He still sees a queen standing there,
She smiles at how many times has he told her
Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder.