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 [bad word] back 
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 

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 dawnLove while the night still hides the withering dawn