Our love is so sweet in the spring-time
When blossoms are fragrant in May
No years that are coming can bring time,
To make me forget, dear, this day.
I'll love you in life's grey December,
The same as I love you to-day.
My heart ever young will remember
The thrill it knew, that day in May.
Sweetheart . sweetheart. sweetheart,
Will you love me ever?
Will you remember this day,
When we were happy in May, my dearest one?
Sweetheart . sweetheart . sweetheart,
Though art has made thee ever,
Through life's aglow ember,
Will you remember?
Springtime! Love time! May!
Sweetheart . sweetheart . sweetheart,
Though art has made thee ever,
Through life's own faint ember,
Will you remember?
Springtime! Love time! May!