Lyrics:

Marion Hutton echoes Rochester's famous words, My, My

I wanna sing of flowers in spring
But oh dear, in that dream in your eyes
I wanna shout, but all that comes out is my, my
I wanna sing of flowers in spring
But oh dear, when you're near, I just die
I wanna sing, but all that comes out is my, my
I should say, 'Oh, how lovely'
I should say, 'Oh, how sweet'
I should have Shakespeare at the tip of my tongue
But every time we meet, I look at you
And what do I do?
I get weak, I can't speak, I just sigh
And though I try, the best I can sigh is my, my