Hands Across the Table
JEAN DE LETTRE, MITCHELL PARISH
Dinner is ended, the music is grand
Softly the lantern's gleam
Isn't it splendid to sit hand in hand
Silently lost in a dream?
Hands across the table
While the lights are low
Though 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
Though 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