Elizabeth. Difficult to say,
Easy to Fall in Love with.
How I have often compared Thee to a Summer’s Day...

Although, at first, a bit difficult to sway,
Once I did I was instantly a myth,
Elizabeth. Difficult to say.

I long to to be with you, until we’re old and grey
Only then will I truly be satisfied.
How I have often compared Thee to a Summer’s day...

Ah our first kiss, I still remember the way
I used your beautiful brown eyes as a guide,
Elizabeth. Difficult to say.

I know that come May, on that Fateful day,
Deep in my heart, I’ll feel a sting.
How I have often compared Thee to a Summer’s Day...

And even though you’ll be going away,
Of Memories Had and At Hand I will Sing,
Elizabeth. Difficult to say,
How I have often compared thee to a Summer’s Day.