THE little songs that come and go,
In tender measures, to and fro,
Whene'er the day brings you to me,
Keep my heart full of melody.
But on my lute I strive in vain
To play the music o'er again,
And you, dear love, will never know
The little songs that come and go.
Superb! Little things just like the little songs do act as cold breeze and sooth parched souls/minds and give extra energy to the tired and rejuvenate them Thanks for sharing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
And you, dear love, will never know The little songs that come and go.