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. Come 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. Come 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.