Fresh As A Sweet Sunday Morning

Like a high stepping pony strutting and prancing Ah she's so full of life Sparkling with tiny red roses Let there be music to please her Let it be sunbright to light up her day Let the moon light her night And fill her with deep silent sleepiness If I were a small bird so tiny I'd hide in her hair just to be near her To hear her sweet voice And feel her sweet body beside me And if I were a high lord with riches I'd clothe her in satin from India's far highlands I would shoe her in gold Then invite her to sit at my table Step out young lady a-dancing To the sound of sweet music so gaily come singing For your beauty so rare Is as fresh as a sweet Sunday morning