Jill, Will You Be My Bride?
Jill, will you be my bride?
I’m a box of jacks inside,
And the lantern that I light,
Won’t burn out before it’s time.
Will you be there in the morning?
Will you be the one I need?
When the summer comes,
I’ll take every fear I have,
And I’ll cast them out to sea,
In a bottle that I made.
Will you be there in the morning?
Will you be the one for me?
