Sweet little words
made for silence
Not talk
Young heart
for love
Not heartache
Dark 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 while 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 withering dawn
First day of love
never comes back
A passionate hour's
never a wasted one
The violin
the poet's hand
Every thawing heart
plays your theme
with care
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 still
without a tool
Drown into eyes
while they're still blind
Love while the night
still hides
the withering dawn
Whoa
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 still
without a tool
Drown into eyes
while they're still blind
Love while the night
still hides
the withering dawn