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