Come with me for thee I love

Thee I love,
More than the 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
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 (And come with me)
For thee I love

For thee I love
