(arnheim, tobias and lamare)
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