Like a high stepping pony strutting and prancing
Ah she's so full of life
Sparkling with tiny red roses

Let there be music to please her
Let it be sunbright to light up her day
Let the moon light her night

And fill her with deep silent sleepiness
If I were a small bird so tiny
I'd hide in her hair just to be near her

To hear her sweet voice
And feel her sweet body beside me
And if I were a high lord with riches

I'd clothe her in satin from India's far highlands
I would shoe her in gold
Then invite her to sit at my table

Step out young lady a-dancing
To the sound of sweet music so gaily come singing
For your beauty so rare

Is as fresh as a sweet Sunday morning