Hands Across the Table
JEAN DE LETTRE, MITCHELL PARISH
Dinner is ended, the music is grand,
Softly the lanterns gleam.
Isn't it splendid to sit hand in hand,
Silently lost in a dream?
Hands across the table
While the lights are low,
Tho' you hush your lips,
Your fingertips
Tell me all I want to know.
Hands across the table
Meet so tenderly,
And they say in their little way
That you belong to me
Silence is golden, so do not reply,
And I shall understand.
All can be told in a look of your eye,
And in a touch of your hand.
Hand across the table
While the lights are low,
Tho' you hush your lips,
Your fingertips
Tell me all I want to know.
Hands across the table
Meet so tenderly,
And they say in their little way
That you belong to me