St. Valentine’s Eve.
“Good St. Valentine, listen to me,
Good St. Valentine, let me see
Who my future love will be?”
I was all alone at the window
On the eve of St. Valentine’s day,
And the moon shed a soft, silver lustre,
O’er the earth clad in snowy array.
And I hope, dear, you’ll not think me foolish
When you hear what I have to tell,
But sitting alone in the moonlight
I thought of the old love-spell.
They say if you stand in the moonlight
And pray to St. Valentine
For a glimpse of your future lover
In the words of a quaint, old rhyme,
That the good Saint never refuses
To answer a prayer sincere,
And the form of the one who loves you
That night in your dreams will appear.
So I thought if he listened to others
He might answer a prayer of mine,
For you know he’s the friend of lovers,
This dear old Saint Valentine.
