Some girls are fair,
Some are jolly and fit,
Some have a well bread heir,
Or a well homed witt,
Each ones a jewel,
With a singular shine,
A work of art,
With its own rare design.

Dear little girl, you are terribly blessed.
But its your heart of gold I love the best.
And that will be your crowning glory, your whole life through.
It'll always be your crowning glory, the most glorious part of you.

Julie: Some boys can walk
Raven: Some guys can groove
Julie: Strike an elegant pose
Raven: When they're really up close
Julie: Some seem to have no faults
Raven: But we never like those
Julie: No we don't
Raven: He'll praise your eyes
Julie: Your melodious laugh
Both: Call you more lovely than others by half.

Julie: The one whos right
Raven: My gorgeous prince
Julie: Will be honest and true
Raven: Oh believe in me too
Julie: And prize your heart of gold the way I do
Both: You know that that will be your crowning glory, your whole life through you know that that will be your crowning glory, the most glorious part of you.

Julie: And you
Raven: And You
Julie: And you

That will be your crowning glory,
Darling when they tell your story.
They'll call your heart of gold you're crowning glory
The most glorious part of you.