Sing Me a Song

Sing me a song of love, my sweet, I'll wait for you even if there's sleet. A melodious, joyful song. I really wish, I'll take you out to dinner, a costly dish. We'll choose a white, dry, splendid wine, If your eyes doth sparkle, I'll know you're mine. I’ll whisper sweet nothings, words of pure love, And hear your moaning just like a white dove. And we’ll recount memories of days gone by Oh, sweetheart, love me tenderly, or I’ll surely die. So sing me a love song, a ballad of old. And at the end, I'll give you a ring of gold. Just a ditty, for want of better things