Lovin’ is like
the will-o’-the -wisp!
Run from it and it’ll be after you,
beckon to it and it’ll take to its heels.
Lovin’ is like
the will-o’-the -wisp!
A curse on those black eyes
that caught his fancy!
a curse on the black heart
that meant to burn in his flame!
Lovin’ is like
the will-o’-the -wisp!