It May Not Always Be So Songtext
von Mathilde Santing

It may not always be so
And I say that if your lips
Which I have loved
Should touch another′s
And your dear strong fingers clutch
His heart as mine in time
Not far away If on another's face your sweet hair lay
In such a silence as I know
Or such great writhing words as
Uttering overmuch
Stand helplessly before the spirit
At bay


If this should be
I say if this should be
You of my heart
Send me a little word
That I may go unto him
And take his hands
Saying, accept all happiness from me
Then shall I turn my face
And hear one bird
Sing terribly afar in
The lost lands