Well her hair hangs long
 Lingers like a Summer's day
 Oh how lucky I am
 And if we hit cloud nine
 Who am I to undermine
 Oh how happy I am

 [bad word] and they may go
 Promise me our love isn't so

 Well her lips taste sweet
 Sweeter than a lullaby
 Oh how happy I am
 I can't believe her eyes
 Eyes when they look in mine
 Oh how happy I am
 You're in the years my friend
 Sit back and enjoy the sun
 Oh how lucky I am

 I think I'll take it slow
 Sit back and watch
 Our love grow
 Oh how happy I am

 [bad word] and they may go
 Promise me our love isn't so

 [bad word] and they may go
 Promise me our love isn't so