Thee I Love - Johnny Mathis

Thee I love more than the meadow so green and

Still

More than the mulberries on the hill

More than the buds on a may apple tree I

Love thee

Arms have I strong as the oak for this occassion

Lips have I to kiss thee too in friendly persuasion

Thee is mine though I don't know many words of

Praise

Thee pleasures me in a hundred ways

So put on your bonnet your cape and your glove

And come with me for thee I love

Thee is mine though I don't know many words of

Praise

Thee pleasures me in a hundred ways

So put on your bonnet your cape and your glove

And come with me for thee I love

And come with me for thee I love

Oh come with me for thee I love