Valentine Song

Oh, little, loveliest lady mine
 What shall I send for your Valentine
 Summer and flowers are far away
 Gloomy old winter is king today
 Buds will not blow, and sun will not shine
 What shall I do for a Valentine
 Prithee St. Valentine, tell me here
 Why do you come at this time of year
 Plenty of days when lilies are white
 Plenty of days when sunbeams are bright
 But now when everything's dark and drear
 Why do you come, St. Valentine dear
 I've searched the gardens all through and through
 For a bud to tell of my love so true
 But buds are asleep and blossoms are dead
 And the snow beats down on my poor little head
 So little, loveliest lady mine
 Here is my hear for your Valentine
 Here is my heart for your Valentine