What sweet voice the morning brings
When my little lady sings.
Angelic as the notes are carried
I wonder if she could be married.
How sweet the morning's tease
When she puts my soul at ease.
The question is so cleverly parried
But i wonder if she could be married.
She came to bless the early morning
But left without a single warning.
She flew away from where she tarried
And i wonder if she could be married.