The nightingale's song

I sing to my love, the rose,

With all my soul and heart,

For there's naught so sweet in all the world,

As to love, to love, to love.

I sing to my love, the rose,

And the rose sings back to me,

The sweetest song that e'er will be:

"For I love, I love, I love."

I sing to my love, the rose,

As I gaze in her deep red heart,

For her heart is free for all to see,

With its love, its love, its love.

I sing to my love, the rose,

With love for the theme of my song,

For I love the rose and the rose loves me,

So we love, we love, we love.

I sing to my love, the rose,

With all my soul and heart,

For there's naught so sweet in all the world,

As to love, to love, to love.

I sing to my love, the rose,

And the rose sings back to me,

The sweetest song that e'er will be:

"For I love, I love, I love."