When we first started courting
We’d walk side by side
Our hands would brush together
Should I, or shouldn’t I try?

The second time out walking
I held her hand in mine
I remember the sun was shining
The day it was divine.

Getting a little bolder
My arm went round her waist
Hugging her close to me
Strolling at a leisurely pace.

With my hands upon her shoulder
I whispered into her ear
“Will you marry me darling?”
My words were so sincere.

Now we’re joined together
Like the two sides of a locket
We still stroll around the town
My hands now deep in my pocket.