Humoresque - Jack White, Антонин Дворжак

Strains of humoresque divine

You thrill and fill this heart of mine

With gladness like a soothing symphony

Over the air, you gently float

Into my soul, you strike a note

Of passion with your melody

Sunbeams are playing

Flowers and trees are swaying

Captured within your magic spell

If the children are dancing

Lovers are all romancing

Is it any wonder, everyone is singing?

Strains of humoresque divine

You thrill and fill this heart of mine

With gladness like a soothing symphony

Over the air, you gently float

Into my soul, you strike a note

Of passion with your melody