الكلمات الأصلية
ENالترجمة غير متاحة بعد. نعرض الكلمات الأصلية.
Thee I love
More than the meadows, 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
Put on your bonnet your cape and your glove
And come with me, for thee I love
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
Put on your bonnet your cape and your glove
And come with me for thee I love
