• The time has come
    My dear, my dear
    The season for love
    It's near, it's near

    For Shakespeare, for roses
    For chocolate proposes
    For dinners of romance
    For couples to slow dance
    For hearts and for bows
    The time where anything goes
    And Cupid is constantly kept on his toes

    I ask you to join me
    My dear, my dear
    Come sit by my side
    Don't fear, don't fear

    I'll wine and I'll dine you
    An evening so fine
    And whisper sweet nothings into your ear
    It's my favorite time of year