Love, Oh Precious Love Engelbert Humperdinck

Love, oh precious love
Could it be me
You're thinking of?

Every night I hope and pray
Your precious love
Will come my way

What must I do
To win your praise?
Should I act a fool
Or be my age?

So tell me, please
Before you go
Is it my style?
Am I too slow?

What must I do
To get to you?
Oh, love

Love, oh precious love
Don't you think you have enough
Leaving me here all alone
Without a love to call my own?