If I Gave You
Hugh Martin, Timothy Gray
[Verse 1]
If I gave you fields of clover
Beds of flowers, pink and blue
Crowns of laurel, walls of ivy
Would you let me walk with you?
[Verse 2]
If I gave you prides of lions
Teams of horses, two by two
And a school of flying fishes
Would you let me dance with you?
[Bridge]
A palace of jade, a cluster of pearls
A shower of stars for your curls
[Verse 3]
But I have no prides of lions
And my pearls, alas, are few
But for worlds of loving heartbeats
Would you let me stay with you?
[Verse 4]
Love is a series of "darlings" and "dearies"
Of "honeys" and "sweeties" and sugared entreaties
Of moonings and swoonings, and cooings and billings
All tempered of course by occasional killings