• What a perfect dress
    Completely fitting your eyes both matches in color and soul
    It fits you well, such radiance
    For shame you must be imprisoned deep down
    Witness no more your gown, hold against no more your heat
    What a perfect dress, no stain, no stitch, no shady craft a sight
    Befits the scenery of tolling bells

    Lover be there, stay there for a while longer
    We will go to the ball together, just you and me
    I shall fetch such a tux from the tailor, I must prepare
    To the ball, so close within my reach
    Better it be imprisonment for two, so you may not need to walk alone

    Amongst fields bloomed full of rest
    We will shine above in our best
    Such a joy be it I and only I who looks at you for eternity
    Such a pretty dress for such a lovely girl