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.