I'm at my window each morning at eight
My day begins when she passes the gate
She doesn't know it but someday she will
She's my secret passion
I gaze for hours at the house where she lives
You can't imagine the thrill that it gives
I know I show it but that's how I feel
She's my secret passion
I'm trying to find among my friends
One who knows her too
I'll be introduced to her by friends
If it's the last thing that I do
I catch the same train she catches at night
I sit beside her just dumb with delight
She doesn't know it but someday she will
She's my secret passion
She's my secret passion
