O, the fragrance of a fantasy
     'Tis a dream come true
     for thou art my dream
     with eyes of springtime blue

     The first time our eyes touched
     hence, a moment I shall not forget
     whilst thou held me in your arms
     Thy shoulder my tears doth wet

     Thy voice, a meadowlark in flight    
     thy lips, passion fruit to kiss
     thou art a painting in mine eyes
     for thou art my fondest wish

     Thence we kissed for the first time
     my heart beat like a drum
     Intoxicated with the moment
     t'was A feeling of Jamaican rum

     O, the fragrance of a fantasy
     'Tis a dream come true
     for thou art my dream
     with eyes of springtime blue