I won't to tell of my love. To the red, red rose. Or the running brook. Where the sweet magnolia grows. I won't tell of my love. To every little star.
Have you heard, I married an angel. I'm sure that the change'll be awfully good for me. Have you heard, an angel I married. To heaven's she's carried this fellow with a kiss.
I didn't know what time it was then I met you. Oh, what a lovely time it was, how sublime it was too. . I didn't know what day it was you held my hand.
Once I was young. Yesterday, perhaps. Danced. With Jim and Paul. And kissed. Some other chaps. Once I was young. But never was naive. I thought I had.