It may not always be so And I say And if your lips Which I have loved Should touch another's And your dear strong fingers clutch Her heart As mine in time Not far away
If on another's face your sweet hair lay In such a silence As I know Or such great writhing words As, uttering overmuch Stand helpelessly before the spirit at bay
If this should be I say If this should be You of my heart Send me a little word That I may go Unto her And take her hands Saying
Accept all happiness from me
Then I shall turn my face And hear one bird Sing terribly afar In the lost landsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.