LOVE SONG
I love my life, but not too wellTo give it to thee like a flower,So it may pleasure thee to dwellDeep in its perfume but an hour.I love my life, but not too well.I love my life, but not too wellTo sing it note by note away,So to thy soul the song may tellThe beauty of the desolate day.I love my life, but not too well.I love my life, but not too wellTo cast it like a cloak on thine,Against the storms that sound and swellBetween thy lonely heart and mine.I love my life, but not too well.Harriet Monroe
I love my life, but not too wellTo give it to thee like a flower,So it may pleasure thee to dwellDeep in its perfume but an hour.I love my life, but not too well.I love my life, but not too wellTo sing it note by note away,So to thy soul the song may tellThe beauty of the desolate day.I love my life, but not too well.I love my life, but not too wellTo cast it like a cloak on thine,Against the storms that sound and swellBetween thy lonely heart and mine.I love my life, but not too well.Harriet Monroe
I love my life, but not too wellTo give it to thee like a flower,So it may pleasure thee to dwellDeep in its perfume but an hour.I love my life, but not too well.
I love my life, but not too well
To give it to thee like a flower,
So it may pleasure thee to dwell
Deep in its perfume but an hour.
I love my life, but not too well.
I love my life, but not too wellTo sing it note by note away,So to thy soul the song may tellThe beauty of the desolate day.I love my life, but not too well.
I love my life, but not too well
To sing it note by note away,
So to thy soul the song may tell
The beauty of the desolate day.
I love my life, but not too well.
I love my life, but not too wellTo cast it like a cloak on thine,Against the storms that sound and swellBetween thy lonely heart and mine.I love my life, but not too well.
I love my life, but not too well
To cast it like a cloak on thine,
Against the storms that sound and swell
Between thy lonely heart and mine.
I love my life, but not too well.
Harriet Monroe