Thee I love
More than a meadow
so green and still
More than the mulberries
on the hill
More than the buds
on the May apple tree
I love thee
Arms have I,
strong as the oak
For this occasion
lips have I to kiss thee too
In friendly persuasion
Thee is mine
Though I don't know
many words of praise
Thee pleasures me
in a hundred ways
Put on your bonnet, your cape
and your glove
and come with me
For thee I love
Friendly persuasion
Thee is mine
Though I don't know
many words of praise
Thee pleasures me
in a hundred ways
Put on your bonnet, your cape
and your glove
and come with me
For thee I love