gloria lynne
hands across the table
Dinner is ended, the music is grand, Softly the lanterns gleam. Isn't it splendid to sit hand in hand, Silently lost in a dream?  Hands across the table While the lights are low, Tho' you hush your lips, Your fingertips Tell me all I want to know. Hands across the table Meet so tenderly, And they say in their little way  That you belong to me  Silence is golden, so do not reply, And I shall understand. All can be told in a look of your eye, And in a touch of your hand.  Hand across the table While the lights are low, Tho' you hush your lips, Your fingertips Tell me all I want to know. Hands across the table Meet so tenderly, And they say in their little way  That you belong to me