| Show In Youth My darling when your arms are round my neck And in your eyes I see the love light gleaming H HI I sometimes wonder if when we grow old Well We'll think this idle dreaming I sometimes wonder in the years to come f When cares crowd round us and when sorrows thicken If in caresses we shall grow quite dumb Just as our spirits quicken It Ii may be so When time shall steal away V I Jj 1 Our crown of youth with all its golden glory t tIt f f It may be that our love shall grow to be beAn beAn An old too oft told story And yet it seems to me dear even then Your freshness gone and naught but heaven above you That I shall love to take your hand in mine And tell you how I love you Selected |
