Could I write her a letter,
What joy would be mine,
But, alas! ’tis a pleasure
That I must resign;
For love’s messenger only
A ring I can take,
And kiss it most fondly
For her own sweet sake.
Could I write her a letter,
What joy would be mine,
But, alas! ’tis a pleasure
That I must resign;
For love’s messenger only
A ring I can take,
And kiss it most fondly
For her own sweet sake.