Whisper, dear, that love is sweet,
Sweeter far than anything;
Brighter than the flowers that grow
In the nooks of happy spring.
Love is sweet,
Sweeter far than anything;
Whisper, dear, that love is sweet.
Whisper, dear, that love is sweet,
Sweeter than when poets sing;
And the music wanders near,
Soft as waftings of a wing.
Love is sweet,
Sweeter far than anything;
Whisper, dear, that love is sweet.
Whisper, dear, that love is sweet,
Naught upon this earth can bring
Such delight as heart to heart,
When their thoughts together cling.
Love is sweet,
Sweeter far than anything;
Whisper, dear, that love is sweet.