Oh joy! At last a vision of loveliness,
You have that smile,
and the blue eyes,
which will beguile.
Your voice as sweet
as honey to the bee.
Your speech, soft it tis,
I enjoy seeing thee.
Oh joy! At last a vision of loveliness,
You have that smile,
and the blue eyes,
which will beguile.
Your voice as sweet
as honey to the bee.
Your speech, soft it tis,
I enjoy seeing thee.