The shoes you’re wearing put you into
a very comely stance.
Your thighs, both ni-cely rounded
await this master’s hands.
Your navel’s like a- bowl that
Is filled with finest wine.
Your belly for-ms a place where
I’d like to take a ride.
Your breasts, like fa-wns in frolic
Swing as you lightly step.
Your neck is smo-oth and splendid
Your eyes replete with depth.
Your nose is fine-l-y shaped and
Your hair is like a crown.
Your hold is stro-ng upon me.
I’m likely to melt down.
Source: Song of Solomon 7:1-5
Text: David Alexander, 2021 CC BY-SA
Tune: Wie Liebich Ist Der Maien ,Public Domain
Audio: www.smallchurchmusic.com Used by Permission.