Valentine Song

Oh, little, loveliest lady mine
What shall I send for your Valentine
Summer and flowers are far away
Gloomy old winter is king today
Buds will not blow, and sun will not shine
What shall I do for a Valentine
Prithee St. Valentine, tell me here
Why do you come at this time of year
Plenty of days when lilies are white
Plenty of days when sunbeams are bright
But now when everything’s dark and drear
Why do you come, St. Valentine dear
I’ve searched the gardens all through and through
For a bud to tell of my love so true
But buds are asleep and blossoms are dead
And the snow beats down on my poor little head
So little, loveliest lady mine
Here is my hear for your Valentine
Here is my heart for your Valentine