Rhapsody
by James Berry Bensel

My lady is sweet and tender
And the charm of her presence lingers,
In the sun-warmed air of the room
where she kisses my lips and goes;
My lady is sweet and tender.

And my cheeks are all aglow, all aglow,
with the touch of her dainty, dainty fingers,
And my lips are sealed, for love of her,
And my lips are sealed, for love of her,
But she knows, but she knows, my lady knows.

My lady is true and tender,
Ah! my heart is staunch and tender,
And I am weak,
Weak and trustless as the wildest wind that blows.
My lady is true and tender!

But I love to watch my lady, but I love to watch my lady,
As I love to watch the splendor
That burns in regal glory,
In the exquisite heart of the rose.

That burns in regal glory,
In the exquisite heart of the rose,
In the heart of the rose, in the heart,
In the heart of the rose.

My lady is sweet and tender,
My lady is true and tender!