Standard (EADGBE)

sweet little words make the silence

 not so young, heartfelt love not heartache

dark hair fall, catch in the wind

 light the way the sight of a cold world

kiss, while your lips are still red

 while he’s still in silent rest

 while bosom is still untouched

 unveiled on another hair

 while the hand’s still without a tool

 drown into eyes while they’re still blind

love while the night still hides the withering dawn

first day of love never comes back

 compassion, its power’s never are wasted wrong

the violin, the poet’s hand

 every thawing heart plays your theme with care

kiss, while your lips are still red

 while he’s still in silent rest

 while bosom is still untouched

 unveiled on another hair

 while the hand’s still without a tool

 drown into eyes while they’re still blind

love while the night still hides the withering dawn

kiss, while your lips are still red

 while he’s still in silent rest

 while bosom is still untouched

 unveiled on another hair

 while the hand’s still without a tool

 drown into eyes while they’re still blind

love while the night still hides the withering dawn