That I do love you darling so,
Oh, know;
That I so ache that I may take
You where I go
And stay in range of your blue eyes,
Dear, realise
And lie at every eventide
Always
By your side
Summer’s hiding over there –
Behind the hill, but in your eyes
I see the summer’s dreamy skies...
Loveliest, nowhere looking your age
Caressingly calling me a cunt – oh, my dear
The happiest of lovers, glad I’m not queer...
