She passed by my window. Her eyes were all aglow. And bent to pick her glove sheâ€™d dropped. From the bright and brittle snow. Nature had spoken it in the Spring. With apple plum and brand new pear. Have you time for my company?. No I said I have none to spare. You gotta sanctify my love. You gotta sanctify my love. You gotta sanctify my love. I ainâ€™t no lover-boy. For apple plum and brand new pear. Soon wither on the ground. She slapped the snow from off her glove. And moved on without a sound. You gotta sanctify my love. You gotta sanctify my love. You gotta sanctify my love.