Sweet and lovely sweeter than the roses in may sweet and lovely heaven must have sent her my way. Skies above me, never were as blue as her eyes and if she loves me, who could want a sweeter surprise? When she nestles in my arms so tenderly there's a thrill that words cannot expressin my heart a song of love is taunting me. Melody haunting me sweet and lovely sweeter than the roses in may and if she loves me, there is nothing more I can say.