Delilah - Glenn Miller

Sweeter than sweet

There is none to compete with Delilah

Armful of charm and a four dream alarm, that’s Delilah

Angels tip their halos

The moons straightens his tie

And weeping willows smile

As she goes by, my…

Rarer than rare

All my life I would share

With Delilah

Heaven would be

Anywhere I could see

My Delilah

I’ll grow strong as Samson

When she whispers, «I do»

I’ll hand her the moon and declare

«Delilah, it’s for you!»

(repeat once)