Forty winters, cold and dark
Surround you like a beauty mark
A tilt on the axises
That time of year
And the flesh of your cheekbones
Says no damage here
The first time I saw you
There was ice on the ground
And the girl in the greenhouse said
Paradise found
Forty winters, forty winters
Forty winters straight in line
Were you not my valentine?
Orange blossoms and sandal woods
Oaken moss and musk
Will fragrance your senses
From daylight till dusk
You made the simple life
Fit for a king
An oaten meal by candle light
A beautiful thing
Surround you like a beauty mark
A tilt on the axises
That time of year
And the flesh of your cheekbones
Says no damage here
The first time I saw you
There was ice on the ground
And the girl in the greenhouse said
Paradise found
Forty winters, forty winters
Forty winters straight in line
Were you not my valentine?
Orange blossoms and sandal woods
Oaken moss and musk
Will fragrance your senses
From daylight till dusk
You made the simple life
Fit for a king
An oaten meal by candle light
A beautiful thing
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