Lyrics:

It may not always be so, and I say

That if your lips, which i have loved, should touch

Another's, and your dear strong fingers clutch

His heart, as mine in time not far away

If on another's face your sweet hair lay

In such a silence as I know, or such

Great writhing words as, uttering overmuch

Stand helplessly before the spirit at bay



If this should be, I say if this should be

You of my heart, send me a little word

That I may go unto her, and take her hands

Saying, accept all happiness from me

Then shall I turn my face, and hear one bird

Sing terribly afar in the lost lands