It May Not Always Be So Songtext
von Mathilde Santing

It may not always be so, and I say
That if your lips which I have loved should touch another′s
And your dear strong fingers clutch his heart
As mine in time not far away If on another's face your sweet hair lay
In such silence as I know
Or such great writhing words as are treble much
Stand helplessly before the spirit that they


If this should be, I say if this should be
You of my heart send me a little word
That I may go unto him and take his hands
Saying, accept all happiness from me

Then shall I turn my face
And hear one bird
Sing terribly afar in the lost lands