Текст песни Friendly Persuasion (Thee I Love) - Pat Boone
Thee
I
love,
more
than
the
meadow
so
green
and
still
More
than
the
mulberries
on
the
hill
More
than
the
buds
of
a
May
apple
tree,
I
love
thee
Arms
have
I,
strong
as
the
oak,
for
this
occasion
Lips
have
I,
to
kiss
thee,
too,
in
friendly
persuasion
Thee
is
mine,
though
I
don't
know
many
words
of
praise
Thee
pleasures
me
in
a
hundred
ways
Put
on
your
bonnet,
your
cape,
and
your
glove
And
come
with
me,
for
thee
I
love
Friendly
persuasion
Thee
is
mine,
though
I
don't
know
many
words
of
praise
Thee
pleasures
me
in
a
hundred
ways
Put
on
your
bonnet,
your
cape,
and
your
glove
And
come
with
me,
for
thee
I
love
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