Sweet and lovely, sweeter than the roses in May.
Sweet and lovely, heaven must have sent her my way.
Skies above me never were as blue as her eyes;
And she loves me, who would want a sweeter surprise?
When she nestles in my arms so tenderly,
There's a thrill that words cannot express.
In my heart a song of love is taunting me, melody haunting me.
Sweet and lovely, sweeter than the roses in May,
And she loves me, there is nothing more I can say.
