Velvet, I can wish you
or the collar of your coat
And fortune smiling all along your way
But more I cannot wish you
Then to wish you find your love
Your own true love this day

Mansions, I can wish you
Seven footmen all in red
And calling cards upon a silver tray
But more I cannot wish you
Then to wish you find your love
Your own true love this day

Standing there
Gazing at you
Full of the bloom of youth

Standing there
Gazing at you
With the sheep's eye
And the lickerish tooth

Music, I can wish you
Merry music while you're young
And wisdom, when your hair has turned to gray
But more I cannot wish you
Then to wish you find your love
Your own true love this day
With the sheep's eye
And the lickerish tooth

And the strong arms
To carry you away

Copyright: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Writer(s): FRANK LOESSER