You don't know what love is
Until you've learned the meaning of the blues,
Until you've loved a love you've had to lose,
You don't know what love is.
You don't know how lips hurt
Until you've kissed and had to pay the cost;
Until you've flipped your heart and you have lost,
You don't know what love is.
Do you know
How a lost heart fears the thought of reminiscing?
And how lips that taste of tears
Lose their taste for kissing?
You don't know how hearts burn
For love that cannot live, yet never dies.

In the bright Region of the fertile East,
Where constant calms smooth Heav'ns unclowded Brow,
There lives an easie people, vow'd to rest,
Who on Love onely all their hours bestow:
By no unwelcome Discontents opprest;
No Cares, save those that from this Passion flow,
Here raigns, here ever uncontroll'd did raign,
The beauteous Queen sprung from the foming Main.

Her Hand the Scepter bears, the Crown her Head,
Her willing Vassals here their Tribute pay:

My arms were always quiet,
Close, and never freed.
I was furled like a banner,
Enfolded like a seed.

I thought, when Love shall strike me,
Each arm will start and spring,
Unloosen like a petal,
And open like a wing.

O Love — my arms are lifted,
But not to sway and toss;
They strain out wide and wounded,
Like arms upon a cross.

VERSE

Maybe I'm old-fashioned
Feeling like I do,
Maybe I am living in the past.
But when I meet the right one
I know that I'll be true.
My first love will be my last.

REFRAIN

When I fall in love
It will be forever,
Or I'll never fall in love.
In a restless world like this is,
Love is ended before it's begun,
And too many moonlight kisses
Seem to cool in the warmth of the sun.
When I give my heart
It will be completely,
Or I'll never give my heart.

More shower than shine
Brings sweet St. Valentine;
Warm shine, warm shower,
Bring up sweet flower on flower:
Thro' shower & shine
Loves you your Valentine,
Thro' shine, thro' shower,
Thro' summer's flush, thro' Autumn's fading hour.

1. More love to thee, O Christ, More love to thee; Hear thou the
2. Once earthly joy I craved, Sought peace and rest; Now thee a-
prayer I make On bended knee. This is my earnest plea:
lone I seek, Give what is best. This all my prayer shall be:
More love, O Christ, to thee, More love, O Christ, to thee, More love to thee.
More love, O Christ, to thee, More love, O Christ, to thee, More love to thee.

3. Let sorrow do its work,
Come grief or pain;
Sweet are thy messengers,
Sweet their refrain.
When they can sing with me:

The moon shines clear as silver,
The sun shines bright like gold,
And both are very lovely,
And very, very old.

God hung them up as lanterns,
For all beneath the sky;
And nobody can blow them out,
For they are up too high.

The moon is the companion
of the Goddess of Wu Mountain;
the flowers are the neighbors of her lover,
Sung Yü;
they are as far apart as if the stars were in between!
" Had I known at the beginning the bitterness of parting
I would never have loved you! "

M ONSIGNORE ,
Right Reverend Bishop Valentinus,
Sometime of Interamna, which is called Ferni,
Now of the delightful Court of Heaven,
I respectfully salute you,
I genuflect
And I kiss your episcopal ring.

It is not, Monsignore,
The fragrant memory of your holy life,
Nor that of your shining and joyous martyrdom,
Which causes me now to address you.
But since this is your august festival, Monsignore,
It seems appropriate to me to state
According to a venerable and agreeable custom,
That I love a beautiful lady.

Mmmmmm
lordy lordy lord
Mmmmmmmmmm
lordy lordy lord
Say the woman I love
treats me just, just like a dog

I love you, baby
but your ways I just can't stand
I love you, mama
but your ways I just can't stand
Say you walked away and left me
good gal, with another man

Going back to Savannah, mama
and sign my initial down
Going back to Savannah, baby
and sign my initial down
Atlanta mens all hate me
and the women don't want me 'round

Going back to Savannah, baby
and write my initial on the wall