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
