Lyrics:

Thee I Love, More Than The Meadow So Green And Still
more Than The Mulberries On The Hill
more Than The Buds Of A May Apple Tree, I Love Thee

arms Have I, Strong As The Oak, For This Occasion
lips Have I, To Kiss Thee, Too, In Friendly Persuasion

thee Is Mine, Though I Don't Know Many Words Of Praise
thee Pleasures Me In A Hundred Ways
put On Your Bonnet, Your Cape, And Your Glove
and Come With Me, For Thee I Love

instrumental Interlude
friendly Persuasion

thee Is Mine, Though I Don't Know Many Words Of Praise
thee Pleasures Me In A Hundred Ways
put On Your Bonnet, Your Cape, And Your Glove
and Come With Me, For Thee I Love