Helena Polka

Helena, oh Helena, you are my dream of love come true;
And since I have known you, no other girl will do.
Helena, oh Helena, you are the apple of my eye;
And so I hope you'll try to love me too!

How happy I would be, to hear you whisper "I love you",
For then I'd know you would agree, 
To say the words that make you mine.

Helena, oh Helena, please marry me, marry me.
Can't you see, oh can't you see, 
How happy we would be?