SONG
Love, Love to-day, my dear,Love is not always here;Wise maids know how soon grows sereThe greenest leaf of Spring;But no man knowethWhither it goethWhen the wind blowethSo frail a thing.Love, Love, my dear, to-day,If the ship’s in the bay,If the bird has come your wayThat sings on summer trees;When his song failethAnd the ship sailethNo voice availethTo call back these.
Love, Love to-day, my dear,Love is not always here;Wise maids know how soon grows sereThe greenest leaf of Spring;But no man knowethWhither it goethWhen the wind blowethSo frail a thing.Love, Love, my dear, to-day,If the ship’s in the bay,If the bird has come your wayThat sings on summer trees;When his song failethAnd the ship sailethNo voice availethTo call back these.
Love, Love to-day, my dear,Love is not always here;Wise maids know how soon grows sereThe greenest leaf of Spring;But no man knowethWhither it goethWhen the wind blowethSo frail a thing.
Love, Love to-day, my dear,
Love is not always here;
Wise maids know how soon grows sere
The greenest leaf of Spring;
But no man knoweth
Whither it goeth
When the wind bloweth
So frail a thing.
Love, Love, my dear, to-day,If the ship’s in the bay,If the bird has come your wayThat sings on summer trees;When his song failethAnd the ship sailethNo voice availethTo call back these.
Love, Love, my dear, to-day,
If the ship’s in the bay,
If the bird has come your way
That sings on summer trees;
When his song faileth
And the ship saileth
No voice availeth
To call back these.