She Caught My Fancy

A crème de menthe by the waterside

On the rocks with the tide

And her hair so golden blonde

She spoke so soft by the candlelight

Like a whisper in the night

Turned her head

She caught my eye

She caught my fancy

And then we strolled by the waterside

On the rocks with the tide

I was hers and she was mine

And when she said she would be my bride

Then I knew deep inside

She was mine

She stole my heart

She caught my fancy