Velvet I can wish you

For the collar of your coat

And fortune smiling all along your way

But more I cannot wish you

Than to wish you find your love

Your own, true love this day

Mansions, I can wish you

Seven footmen, all in red

And calling cards upon a silver tray

But more I cannot wish you

Than to wish you find your love

Your own, true love this day

Standing there

Staring at you

Full of the bloom

Of youth

Standing there

Gazing at you

With a sheep′s eye

And a licorice tooth

Music I can wish you

Merry music while you're young

And wisdom when your hair has turned to gray

But more I cannot wish you

Than to wish you find your love

Your own true love this day

With a sheep′s eye

And a licorice tooth

And the strong arms to carry you away

And the strong arms to carry you away