There's a Whisper in the Air

There's a whisper in the air, do you hear?

Has the thrush a secret in his song?

Has the rose a sorrow in her heart,

That she nods the whole day long?

There's a whisper in the air, oh, so near!

But so very, very soft and low,

And the thrush says: "Can't you hear

That faint whisper in the air?

Don't you know, don't you know, don't you know?"

There's a whisper in the trees, up above,

Has the wind a story strange to tell?

Has the bee such honey in his hive,

That he must gossip as well?

There's a whisper in the air, up above,

But so very, very soft and clear,

For the thrush says "Why it's love,

That faint whisper up above!

Can't you hear, can't you hear, can't you hear?"