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