I love you
C. Haubiel
A voice is on the morning breeze,
I love you!
A whisper runs among the trees,
I love you!
Murm'ring brooks go singing gay,
I love you!
Kissing the rushes on their way,
Calling and calling all the day,
I love you!
Would that you might always say,
I love you!
Sing it once more, again today,
I love you!
Come, where the cooling breezes blow,
Come, where the full rose sheds her glow,
Come, O come to my heart and you shall know,
I love you, I love you!