[Verse 1]
It may not always be so
And I say that if your lips
Which I have loved
Should touch another's
[Verse 2]
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 helplessly before the spirit at bay
[Verse 3]
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 lands
It may not always be so
And I say that if your lips
Which I have loved
Should touch another's
[Verse 2]
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 helplessly before the spirit at bay
[Verse 3]
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 lands
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