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