Speak Low (Live At The London House, Chicago, 1958)

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

Time is so old and love's so brief
Love is pure gold and time, a thief
Time, a thief

We're late, darling, we're late
The curtain descends
Everything ends too soon, too soon
I wait, darling, I wait

Will you speak low to me?
Speak love to me and soon
Will you speak low to me?
Speak love to me too soon
Will you speak low to me?
Speak love to me and soon
And soon

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