Vic Damone My Truly Truly Fair
Some men plow the open plains, some men sail the brine But I'm in love with a pretty little maid, for work I have no time
She's My, truly, truly fair Truly, truly fair How I love my truly fair (his truly fair) There's songs to sing her, trinkets to bring her Flowers for her golden hair
Once I sailed from Boston Bay bound for Singapore But one day out and I missed her so I swam right back to shore Back to my truly fair Truly, truly fair How I love my truly fair There's songs to sing her, trinkets to bring her Flowers for her golden hair
I love she and she loves me, pardon if I boast At times we fight all the live-long night 'Bout who loves who the most
My truly, truly fair Truly, truly fair How I love my truly fair (his truly fair) There's songs to sing her, trinkets to bring her Flowers for her golden hair
Soon I'm gonna marry her, love her till I die There ain't no livin' on love alone But still I'm gonna try
(Truly, truly fair, truly, truly fair) (How I love my truly fair) There's songs to sing her, trinkets to bring her Flowers for her golden hair (for her golden hair) (Truely, truly fair)
