Libretti

Who Knows?

Thou art the soul of a summer's day,
Thou are 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 fo my heart of hearts,
Thour are my soul's repose;
But my heart's grown numb, and my sould is dumb,
Where are 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?