[Verse 1]
It may not always be so, and I say
That 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 helplessly before the spirit at bay
[Verse 2]
If this should be, I say if this should be—
You of my heart, send me a little word
That I may go to her
And take her hands
Saying, "Accept all happiness from me"
Then shall I turn my face
Then shall I turn my face, and hear one bird
Sing terribly afar in the lost lands
[Outro]
Ah, ah
Ah, ah
It may not always be so, and I say
That 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 helplessly before the spirit at bay
[Verse 2]
If this should be, I say if this should be—
You of my heart, send me a little word
That I may go to her
And take her hands
Saying, "Accept all happiness from me"
Then shall I turn my face
Then shall I turn my face, and hear one bird
Sing terribly afar in the lost lands
[Outro]
Ah, ah
Ah, ah
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