I recall a day, a sky-blue day, Still in my head, yet far away. When first you led my mind astray And left me vanquished, come what may, The day I saw you cool, serene; When you were simply sweet sixteen. For, as swinging years were new And careless days, about us, grew And you walked, sudden, into view Along the leafy avenue. The day I saw you cool, serene; When you were simply sweet sixteen. Your hair shone brightly in the light, As noonday sun had reached its height; As you came dancing into sight And I would gaze, as well I might, The day I saw you cool, serene; When you were simply sweet sixteen. I knew that from that moment, there, A certain stirring charged the air And by that lime tree yonder, where, You passed me by without a care. The day I saw you cool, serene; When you were simply sweet sixteen. And thoughts came flooding, unforeseen, And such a day had never been. Yet still, the thrill is evergreen When you were, then, the Maytime Queen. The day I saw you cool, serene; When you were simply sweet sixteen