Pull my heart strings in desperate yearning
and keen the need I have for love.
Push my heart and pump the blood
and mean to say, what say one should.
Ah, how I would settle in your arms and
never never let you go.
Ah, how I would sing you of your charms
if I could truely tell you so.
And yet I know you little dear and fear
doth make my voice so still.
So I shall make you laugh and laugh I will
And by and by we'll kiss and thrill.
My yearning thoughts shall be no more
And spirits joined, our joy shall soar,

Phil Lowe