While Your Lips Are Still Red
Sweet little words made for silence not talkYoung heart for love not heartacheDark hair for catching the windNot to veil the sight of a cold world
Kiss while your lips are still redWhile he's still silentRest while bosom is still untouched, unveiledHold another hand while the hand's still without a toolDrown into eyes while they're still blindLove while the night still hides the withering dawn
First day of love never comes backA passionate hour's never a wasted oneThe violin, the poet's hand,Every thawing heart plays your theme with care
Kiss while your lips are still redWhile he's still silentRest while bosom is still untouched, unveiledHold another hand while the hand's still without a toolDrown into eyes while they're still blindLove while the night still hides the withering dawn
Kiss while your lips are still redWhile he's still silentRest while bosom is still untouched, unveiledHold another hand while the hand's still without a toolDrown into eyes while they're still blindLove while the night still hides the withering dawnLove while the night still hides the withering dawn