Sonnet Songtext
von Mabel Mercer

This summer of gladness that soars through my heart
Must never belong to me alone
It′s yours, love, it's yours, love
This sonnet I sing
This harvest of song you have sown


The spring of youth you have brought to me
The dreams of youth you have taught to me
But oh, love, I know, love
If your love grew cold
My heart would soon sigh and grow old

The spring of youth you have brought to me
The dreams of youth you have taught to me
But oh, love, I know, love
If your love grew cold
My heart would soon sigh and grow old