Sunday, Monday or Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday or FridayI want you near,

Speak low, when you speak loveOur summer day withers away too

love is rain, my heart the flowerI need your

is to live in solitudeFar from your tranquil altitudeSad

or nothing at allHalf a love never appealed to

In the still of the night as I gaze out of

Holding hands at midnight'Neath a starry skyNice work if you can

get along without you very well, of course, I

be around no matter how you treat me nowI'll

the blue of eveningWhen you appear close to me,

Once a wand'ring ne'er do wellJust a vagrant roving fellowI went

Oh, by Jove and by Jehovah, you have set my heart

O give me land, lots of land, and the starry skies

God rest you merry, gentlemenLet nothing you dismayRemember Christ our SaviorWas

There's a story the gypsies know is trueThat when your love

Is this the way our romance endsI got the message when

In the shadow of the moon, there's a bright and shining

(Verse time you made your mind up not to stall

Why even in France the best upper sets do it, Lithuanians

Like the wallpaper sticks to the wallLike the seashore clings to