Love is a queer lit-tle el-fin sprite
Shoot-ing his ar-rows to left and right,
Fil-ling our hearts with a glad sur-rpise,
And still can you tell me why do you love me?
Not that I am fair, dear,
Not that I am true,
Not my gold-en hair, dear,
Not my eyes of blue,
When we ask te rea-son,
Words are all too few!
So I know I love you, dear, Be-cause you're you.
Blest with the dead-li-est aim!
Bag-ging the rar-est game.
Al-most too good to be true!
On-ly be-cause you are you, dear!
Not that you are fair, dear,
Not that you are true.
Not your gold-en hair, dear,
Not your eyes of blue,
When we ask the rea-son,
Words are all too few!
I love you dear, Be-cause you're you.