aretha franklin
friendly persuasion (thee i love)
Thee I love, more than the meadow so green and still More than the mulberries on the hill More than the buds of a May apple tree, I love thee Arms have I, strong as the oak for this occasion Lips have I, to kiss thee too  In friendly persuasion, thee is mine  Though I don't know many words of praise Thee pleasures me in a hundred ways Put on your bonnet, your cape, and your glove And come with me, for thee I love  Friendly persuasion, thee is mine Though I don't know many words of praise Thee pleasures me in a hundred ways Put on your bonnet, your cape, and your glove And come with me, for thee I love