I never saw my love ; but I
Can fancy that she 's wond'rous fair :
With splendid eyes, that flash and shine
Beneath her wealth of lustrous hair.
I know her lips are cherry red,
Her cheeks like blossoms newly blown ;
And I am wild to see her since,
I fell in love by telephone.
I never stood beside my love ;
I never held her hand in mine ;
I never saw her smile, but, oh,
Her voice is dulcet, sweet, divine !
I stand beside the instrument,
And catch with gladness every tone ;
And count myself most happy when,
I love my love by telephone.