The one who says I love you
is a mournful minstrel
who has lost his song
I wish love had the tongue to speak
There are a thousand happy larks
in your eyes
And a thousand silent canaries
in my throat
I wish love had the tongue to speak
The one who says I love you
is the sad heart of a night
who searches its moonlight
I wish love had the tongue to speak
A thousand smiling suns are
in your amble
A thousand weepy stars
in my hope
I wish love had the tongue to speak