_My love is young, so young;
Young is her cheek, and her throat,
And life is a song to be sung
With love the word for each note._
_Young is her cheek and her throat;
Her eyes have the smile o' May.
And love is the word for each note
In the song of my life to-day._
_Her eyes have the smile o' May;
Her heart is the heart of a dove,
And the song of my life to-day
Is love, beautiful love._
_Her heart is the heart of a dove,
Ah, would it but fly to my breast
Where lone, beautiful love,
Has made it a downy nest._
_Ah, would she but fly to my breast,
My love who is young, so young;
I have made her a downy nest
And life is a song to be sung._