Somewhere, my
love,
There will be songs to sing
Although the snow
Covers the
hope of spring
Somewhere a hill
Blossoms in green and
gold
And there are dreams
All that your heart can
hold
Someday we'll meet again, my love.
Someday whenever the
spring breaks through.
You'll come to me
Out of the long
ago,
Warm as the wind,
Soft as the kiss of snow.
Till then,
my sweet,
Think of me now and then.
God, speed my love
'Til you
are mine again. |
