Sweet little words made for silence not talk Young heart for love not heartache Dark hair for catching the Not to veil the sight of a cold world
Kiss while your lips are still red While he's still silent Rest while bosom is still unveiled Hold another hand while the hand's still without a Drown into eyes while they're still blind Love while the night still hides the withering dawn
First day of love never comes back A passionate hour's never wasted one The violin, the poet's hand thawing heart plays your theme with care
Kiss while your lips are still red While he's still silent Rest while bosom still untouched, unveiled Hold another hand while the hand's still without a tool Drown into eyes while still blind Love while the night still hides the withering dawn
Kiss while your lips are still red While he's still silent Rest while is still untouched, unveiled Hold another hand while the hand's still without a tool Drown into eyes while they're still blind Love while the night hides the withering dawnLove while the night still hides the withering dawn