Love is in the air...it's in the breeze in the sun.
Love is in the air, wether far or near...
Love is in the air..taste it don't waste it..
Love... ...
Sometimes, to solace my sad heart, I say,
Though late it be, though lily-time be past,
Though all the summer skies be overcast,
Haply I will go down to her, some day,
And cast my rests of life before her feet,
That she may have her will of me, being so sweet
And none gainsay!