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No. 18 - Song - Elsa
| Elsa: | On a night a month since at a dance, I met with a man to woo me! He was quite like a Prince of romance, His look sent a shiver through me. And so bold he became, naughty man! He said he could not resist me, And he told me his name, as he kissed me, I may say it began with an A. I loved my love with A. He's Albrecht, I may say, He's able, ardent, active, Attractive, oh, very attractive! He loved his love with E, And that was I, you see. I fancied in my foolish way That I loved my love with an A. |
| But I've grown rather wise, for in truth I found him a faithless wooer, And I've known, with surprise, there's a youth Whose love is more deep and truer. I have done with the rest, and he wins The heart of his own true lover. He's the one who is best, I discover, Do you know, he begins with an O! I love my love with O. He's Otto, don't you know! He'll never leave me lonely, My only, my one and my only! He loves his love with E, And that is I, you see. And orange blossoms soon will show That I love my love with an O. |
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Page modified 10 December 2016