When first I saw the love-light in your eyes,
I dreamed the world held not but joy for me.
And even though we drifted far apart,
I never dream but what I dream of thee.

I love you as I never loved before,
Since first I met you on the village green. [bad word] to me or my dream of love is o’r,
I love you as I loved you, when you were sweet,
When you were sweet sixteen.

I love you as I never loved before,
Since first I met you on the village green. [bad word] to me or my dream of love is o’r . . .
I love you as I loved you, when you were sweet,
When you were sweet sixteen.