Lyrics:
Thou art the soul of a summer's day, Thou art the breath of the rose; But the summer is fled and the rose is dead; Where are they gone, who knows, who knows? Thou art the blood of my heart of hearts, Thou art my soul's repose; But my heart's grown numb, and my soul is dumb, Where art thou, love, Who knows, who knows? Thou art the blood of my heart of hearts, Thou art my soul's repose; But my heart's grown numb, and my soul is dumb, Where art thou, love, Who knows, who knows? Thou art the hope of my after years, Sun of my winter snows; But the years go by ‘neath a clouded sky, When shall we meet, who knows, who knows?
