She was too good to me. How can I get along now?. So close she stood to me. Everything seems all wrong now. She would have brought me the sun. Making me smile, that was her fun.
I know I stand in line until you think. You have the time to spend an evening with me. And if we go someplace to dance. I know that there's a chance you won't be leaving with me.
Once there was a thing called Spring. When the world was writing. Verses like yours and mine. All the boys and girls would sing. As we sat at little tables and drank May wine.
Sing for your supper. And you'll get breakfast. Songbirds always eat. If their song is sweet to hear. . Sing for your luncheon. And you'll get dinner.