A song for my dearly beloved,
Who’s worth more than a good cup of joe,
She is sweet, she is pure, she’s delightful,
Her raw beauty astounds me, although…
It’s her voice that does pull at my heartstrings,
And I fret when I don’t hear a sound,
I’m bewitched, I’m beguiled, I’m besotted,
With my banjo, true love I have found.