Yes, you are, yes, you are, my love,
You're my lovely Kentucky girl.

In your bourbon smile I can see
Grassy hills just as free as you--
Come, my darling, won't you sit with me--
We'll have a beer or two.

In that hair that shines like the sun,
Freckled skin and untamed, sparkling eyes
I can see the Kentucky sky
And the valleys where the horses run wild.

I remember when I was a child
And the wind would embrace my face,
I'd smile like you smile tonight,
Thinking this is the time and place.

As I stand here at a local saloon,
The same child is awake in me--
Struck by love in the Kentucky moon--
Thinking this is where I'd like to be.

And the moon seems to sign your name
In your eyes that sparkle like pearls--
Yes, you are, yes, you are, my love,
You're my lovely Kentucky girl.
 

                                                  April 19, 1998
                                     --Alexander Shaumyan