Young Man's Fancy - The Amazing Blondel

Here’s to my acquaintance, and companion

Lift your glass

I love you, and leave you

I do, give you, all my best

Here’s to lovely lasses

Who by now are sleeping sound

We miss you, and kiss you,

We will, until we can no longer hope

And I would spread the softest ground,

For you to walk around,

If I could be your right hand,

I’d bless the seed that I would sow,

And hope that it would grow

Into a sight to hold you

And we could have the richest thing

To make your songbird sing

A tale to haunt the evening.

Then I would give you every note

Of every song I wrote

For them to ring forever