Candide: Act II, No. 17. My Love (Governor's Serenade) Songtext
von London Symphony Orchestra, Leonard Bernstein

Poets have said
Love is undying, my love
Don′t be misled
They were all lying, my love
Love's on the wing
But now while he hovers
Let us be lovers
One soon recovers, my love
Soon the fever′s fled
For love's a transient blessing
Just a week in bed
And we'll be convalescing
Why talk of morals
When springtime is flying?
Why end in quarrels
With crouches and sighing
Crying for love, my love?


I cannot entertain
Your shocking proposition
How could I regain
My virginal condition?
I am so pure
That before you may bend me
You must assure me
That first you will wed me

Well, then
Since you′re so pure
I shall betroth you, my love
Though I feel sure
I′ll come to loathe you, my love
Still, for the thrill
I'm perfectly willing
For if we must wed
Before we may bend
Then come, let us wed, my love!