Her Gentleman Friend

He’s tall, handsome; eyes of blue; Her gentleman friend. A careless swing, but his heart is true, Her gentleman friend. Every night at the hour of eight She’ll lightly trip to the garden gate, And there with throbbing heart await Her gentleman friend. She’ll calmly gaze through the dewy night For her gentleman friend. Then down the lane who dawns in sight? Her gentleman friend. As he comes near her eyes they glow; Their hearts with love now overflow. Who says he loves this little girl so? Her gentleman friend. Whose mellow voice has a silvery tone? Her gentleman friend. Who tells her he loves her alone? Her gentleman friend. Who, with a kiss and a fond caress, Asks her his future life to bless? To whom does she softly answer “yes”? Her gentleman friend.