Come, dear, let me hold your hand, and sing a song,

Come
Dear,
This beautiful evening,
When the mild chill
Mixed with the cool air,
Is blowing through the lanes,
Let me hold your hands,
And sing a song,
A song of life,
A song as deep as your wonderous festive eyes,
Come dear,
This beautiful evening,
Lets just forget us,
Our all usual daily chores,
Our good for nothing time pass,

Lets just keep us
In our eyes,
And let me sing,
A song of love,
A song that those diyas can only possibly sing,
A song that no voice can to you bring,

Let me just
Hold your hands,
And sing
That song.