A SONG
Your perfumed lips
Breathing love and life—
The love of the maiden,
The trust of the wife,
And I’m listening still
To the ripple and flow—
How did it go?—
Of the little French song
Of that long ago.
Breathing love and life—
The love of the maiden,
The trust of the wife,
And I’m listening still
To the ripple and flow—
How did it go?—
Of the little French song
Of that long ago.
Can you recall it
Across the years?
You used to sing it
With laughter and tears.
If you sang it now, dear,
That kind old refrain,
It would bring back the fragrance
Of the dead years again.
Le printemps pour l’amour—
How did it go?
Only we know;
Sing it, sweetheart, to-night,
As you did long ago.
Across the years?
You used to sing it
With laughter and tears.
If you sang it now, dear,
That kind old refrain,
It would bring back the fragrance
Of the dead years again.
Le printemps pour l’amour—
How did it go?
Only we know;
Sing it, sweetheart, to-night,
As you did long ago.
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