I craved a minthe by the waterside
On the rugs
With the tide
And her hair
So golden blonde
She spoke so soft
By the candlelight
Like a whisper
In the night
Turned her head
She caught my eye
She caught my fancy
And then we strolled by the waterside
On the rugs
With the tide
I was hers
She was mine
And when she said
She would be my bride
Then I knew
Deep inside
She was mine
She stole my heart
She caught my fancy