A lover more impetuous than I
Would say his say or know the reason why
But when I get my chance
I let my chance go by

I have the room above her
She doesn't know I love her
How could she know I love her
Sitting in her room below?
Sitting in her room below
How could she dream how far a dream could go?

Sometimes we meet
She smiles
And oh, her smile's divine
It's such a treat
To hear her say
"Hasn't the weather been fine?"

I blush and stammer badly
My heart is beating madly
Then she goes into her room

Ah, she smiles
Oh, her smile's divine
It's such a treat
To hear her say
"Hasn't the weather been fine?"
Oh, I blush and stammer badly
My heart is beating madly
Then she goes into her room
And I go sadly up to mine
Ah, ah