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 never comes back   A 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