One to Love

Oh, where's the maid that I can love,
With love which I have never told?
Where is the one that I would like
To comfort me when I am old?

Do I not see before my face,
A mate prepared for every one?
Then sure there's one prepared for me,
Nor need I trudge the road alone.

Now who is he that speaks to me
Of Mormons and of Mormonhood?
While this you know, the Lord has said,
They twain shall be one flesh, one blood!

Come listen, then, to what I say
Before this evening's work is done,
That you can do as you may please,
But I'd be satisfied with one.