Someday when the time is right, I will tell him of my love.

A tearful Henry told of his love for the club.

The lyrics tell of a man's love for a woman who "won't be true".

"She is telling him of her love," the old witch whispered.

One evening in the orchard he told her of his love.

She then told him of her son's violent love for the Princess.

So she told me of her love, and of his.

Were there any new words he could use to tell her of his love and that it was true?

And she was, for her part, too shy to tell him of her love.

Then, suddenly, a great desire came over me to tell her of my love.