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