quite fond, A stately Scandinavian type, A buxom, blue-eyed blonde. And then in merry England, A girl who worshipped me, Gliding through me memoree; That's how I see them, Gliding
! This is you on skates Turning pretty figure-eights On the smooth, cool ice... We are gliding, gliding on a pond. Close your eyes. Close your eyes. We are gliding, gliding