Many's the time I've found your face br Fresh as a bunch of flowers in May, br Waiting for me at our own old place br At the end of the working day. br Many's the time I've held your hand br On the shady seat in the People's Park, br And blessed the blaring row of the band br And kissed you there in the dark. br br Many's the time you promised true, br Swore it with kisses, swore it with tears: br 'I'll marry no one without it's you - br If we have to wait for years.