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I get along without you very well, of course I do; / Except when soft rains fall and drip from leaves, then I recall / The thrill of being sheltered in your arms, of course I do. / But I get along without you very well.

I am not such a clever one about the latest fads / I admit I was never one adored by local lads / Not that I ever tried to be a saint / I’m the type that they classify as quaint

The evening breeze caressed the trees tenderly / The trembling trees embraced the breeze tenderly / Then you and I came wandering by / And lost in a sigh were we

Let’s get lost, lost in each other’s arms / Let’s get lost, let them send out alarms / And though they’ll think us rather rude / Let’s tell the world we’re in that crazy mood.