My love is no red red rose
Nor am I the fixed end of a compass
Never did he woo me with a flute song or
A ballad sweet by moonlight
And my love from across the seas
Did not cross the oceans
Nor rode a seven horsed chariots
No pigeons ever brought me letters of love
Well I know this will last,
As long as the going is good.
For he is no lochinvar,
And I don’t dream of an elopement.
My love is an early morn dream
Which could be taken for real
And I always fear
The day of awakening
That will come one day
As a rude and shocking jolt
But I try to be as happy as I can
With that smug smile on my face
For a dream is as sweet as ever
Till the moment you wake up.