"I shall lead you, while love is my guide. It will strew the way with roses, for no rose is without a thorn. Play your magic flute so it protects us on our way."
Speak low when you speak love, Our summer day withers away Too soon, too soon. Speak low when you speak love, Our moment is swift, like ships adrift, We're swept apart too soon. Speak low, darling speak low, Love is a spark lost in the dark, Too soon, too soon, I feel wherever I go That tomorrow is near, tomorrow is here And always too soon.