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.
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.