Thee I love, More than the meadow so green and still More than the mulberries on the hill More than the buds on a 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 So put on your bonnet, your cape, and your glove And come with me, for thee I love
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 So put on your bonnet, your cape, and your glove And come with me, for thee I love
For thee I loveTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
