She passed by my window
Her eyes were all aglow
And bent to pick her glove she'd dropped

From the bright and brittle snow

Nature had spoken it in the Spring

With apple, plum and brand new pear
Have you time for my company?
No, I said, I have none to spare


You gotta sanctify my love
You gotta sanctify my love

You gotta sanctify my love
I ain't no lover-boy


For apple, plum and brand new pear
Soon wither on the ground
She slapped the snow from off her glove

And moved on without a sound

You gotta sanctify my love

You gotta sanctify my love
You gotta sanctify my love
I ain't no lover-boy