Velvet I can wish you
For the collar of your coat
And fortune smiling all along your way
But more I cannot wish you
Than to wish you find your love
Your own, true love this day
Mansions, I can wish you
Seven footmen, all in red
And calling cards upon a silver tray
But more I cannot wish you
Than to wish you find your love
Your own, true love this day
Standing there
Staring at you
Full of the bloom
Of youth
Standing there
Gazing at you
With a sheep's eye
And a licorice tooth
Music I can wish you
Merry music while you're young
And wisdom when your hair has turned to gray
But more I cannot wish you
Than to wish you find your love
Your own true love this day
With a sheep's eye
And a licorice tooth
And the strong arms to carry you away
And the strong arms to carry you away
