Love came to me, gay and tender.
Love came to me, sweet surrender.
Love came to me,
in bright ro mantic splendor.
Fickle was she, faithful never
Fickle was she,
an d clever so would it be
Forever, forever
Softly, as in a morning sunrise,
the light of love comes stealing into a new -born day.
Oh, flaming with all the glow of sunrise,
a burning kiss is sealing the vow that all
betray.
Are the passions that thrill, love,
and lift you high to heaven?
Are the passions that kill love,
an d let you fall to hell?
So ends each story softly,
as in an evening sunset,
that the light that gave you glory will take it all
away.
For the passions that thrill love
and lift you high to heaven
Are the passions that kill love
and let you fall to earth
So ends each story softly
As in an evening sunset
The light that gave you glory
We'll take it all away!