We won't have it known, dear, that we own a telephone, dear
For me to take for all the boys to see
Picture you upon my knee, just tea for two and two for tea
No friends or relations or weekend vacations
Far from the cry of the city where flowers pretty caress the stream
They will brake and you'll awake and start to bake a sugar cake
Just me for you and you for me alone
We will raise a family, a boy for you and a girl for me
Cozy to hide in, to live side by side in, don't let it abide in my dream
Nobody near us to see us or hear us