A Crème de Menthe by the waterside
On the rocks, with the tide
And her hair, so golden blonde
She spoke so soft by the candle light
Like a whisper in the night
Turned her head, she caught my eye
She caught my fancy
And then we strolled by the waterside
On the rocks, with the tide
I was hers, she was mine
And when she said she would be my bride
Then I knew deep inside
She was mine, she stole my heart
She caught my fancy