Love—Where You Go!

Love, where you go December's air grows warm,Birds bend the barren branches to their songAnd flowers spring, your coming steps to charm.Bursting the band of ice, and frosty thong.Over the highways prisoned in by snowThey fling a garden in old winter's scorn!Saying, "The lovely spring is here... we know!"The sombre heart of midnight pales to mornLove—Love—whereLove—where youLove—where you go.—

Love, where you go, grows my heart glad enow,My being's pulse is tune with ecstasy.I find a ballad on each bending bough.I take my lute from off the greenwood treeTo wake the dearest melody I know.I 'll fling my songs broadcast, to heaven's blueWhere the stars think your eyes are stars below. . . .My soul finds its one paradise with you—Love—Love—whereLove—where youLove—where you go.