I'm at my window each morning at eight My day begins when she passes the gate She doesn't know it, but someday she will She's my secret passion I gaze for hours at the house where she lives You can't imagine the thrill that it gives I know I show it, but that's how I feel She's my secret passion Try to find among my friends One who knows her, too For to be introduced to her by friends If it's the last thing I do I catch the same train she catches at night I sit beside her just dumb with delight She doesn't know it, but someday she will She's my secret passion