Songs and ballads by Samuel Lover | ||
OH! NEVER ASK ME “WHY?”
Oh! never ask me why the rose is red,
Oh! never ask me why the lily's fair,
Enough for me to know that Nature shed
Her beauty there—
So, never ask me “why?”
Oh! never ask me why the lily's fair,
Enough for me to know that Nature shed
Her beauty there—
So, never ask me “why?”
Oh! never ask me why I love the night,
And why the bright stars hold me in their spell,
For why I love, or how they give their light,
I cannot tell—
So, never ask me “why?”
And why the bright stars hold me in their spell,
For why I love, or how they give their light,
I cannot tell—
So, never ask me “why?”
Oh! never ask me why I'm fond of thee:—
We may be sure of much we can't explain;
I only know 'tis joy thy face to see,
To part is pain—
But, never ask me “why?”
We may be sure of much we can't explain;
I only know 'tis joy thy face to see,
To part is pain—
But, never ask me “why?”
Songs and ballads by Samuel Lover | ||