Romance

Romance, a playboy who is born each spring
To teach a nightingale to sing
A very pretty song
"I love you"
Romance, a legend on an old brocade
A prince who tells a country maid
"I love you"
Now where this whimsy comes from I don't know
For when it comes it's just about to go
Romance, a flower that will bloom awhile
With sunshine from a lover's smile
That lovers' tears bedew
Ah, ah, ah
Yet when I seek this beauty
Flower of youth's first dawning
I find a prosy water-day world
Stretching and yawning
Love is locked up in cages
Kept for a poet's pages
Life and adventure don't seem to be
Paying attention to me
And so I dream of fair romance
And let my fancies
Weave pretty stories
And though I know they are not so
I like to go a-wandering
Amid their wistful glories
My princes become what I would them
And they stay for the breath of a sigh
I open my arms to enfold them
And they're gone like a dream rushing by
Yet when I seek this beauty
Flower of youth's first dawning
I find a prosy water-day world
Stretching and yawning
Love is locked up in cages
Kept for a poet's pages
Life and adventure don't seem to be
Paying attention to me