Love, where you go, grows my heart glad enow,
My being's pulse is tune with ecstasy.
I find a ballad on each bending bough.
I take my lute from off the greenwood tree
To wake the dearest melody I know.
I 'll fling my songs broadcast, to heaven's blue
Where the stars think your eyes are stars below. . . .
My soul finds its one paradise with you—
Love—
where
you
go.
My being's pulse is tune with ecstasy.
I find a ballad on each bending bough.
I take my lute from off the greenwood tree
To wake the dearest melody I know.
I 'll fling my songs broadcast, to heaven's blue
Where the stars think your eyes are stars below. . . .
My soul finds its one paradise with you—
Love—
where
you
go.
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