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!