Love love to-day, my dear br Love is not always here br Wise maids know how soon grows sere br The greenest leaf of Spring. br But no man knoweth br Whither it goeth br When the wind bloweth br So frail a thing. br br Love love, my dear, to-day br If the ship's in the bay br If the bird has come your way br That sings on summer trees. br When his song faileth br And the ship saileth br No voice availeth br To call back these.