Love--Where You Go!

Love, where you go December’s air grows warm, Birds bend the barren branches to their song And flowers spring, your coming steps to charm. Bursting the band of ice, and frosty thong. Over the highways prisoned in by snow They fling a garden in old winter’s scorn! Saying, “The lovely spring is here ... we know!” The sombre heart of midnight pales to morn Love-- where you go.--

Love, where you go, grows my heart glad enow, My being’s pulse is tune with ecstasy. I find a ballad on each bending bough. I take my lute from off the greenwood tree To wake the dearest melody I know. I’ll fling my songs broadcast, to heaven’s blue Where the stars think your eyes are stars below.... My soul finds its one paradise with you-- Love-- where you go.

COSTANZA SINGS....

My Love is a rider! (and life’s at its pace!) He rides to the battle--he rides to the chase. His armour is burnished, his nodding plume’s curled. (And would I could follow him over the world!)

Nor distance, nor danger can keep us apart. He comes with the shadows and lies on my heart. He’s gone when the midnight its pinions has furled. (And would I could follow him over the world!)

I’d gladly arise--don bonnet and sword, And follow the steps of my Love and my Lord. I’d stand by his side when the lances are hurled. (And would I could follow him over the world!)