[Audience Applause]

[Verse 1]
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 her heart
As mine in time not far away

[Verse 2]
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

[Verse 3]
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 I shall turn my face
And hear one birds sing terribly afar in the lost lands