Love is timid.
[Words by Daniel Weir, Greenock.—Music by W. H. Moore.]
Love is timid, Love is shy,
Can you tell me, tell me why?
Ah! tell me, why true love should be
Afraid to meet the kindly smile
Of him she loves, from him would flee,
Yet thinks upon him all the while?
Can you tell me, tell me why
Love is timid, Love is shy?
Love is timid, Love is shy,
Can you tell me, tell me why?
True love, they say, delights to dwell
In some sequester'd lonely bower;
With him she loves where none can tell,
Her tender look in passion's hour.
Can you tell me, tell me why
Love is timid, Love is shy?
Love is timid, Love is shy,
Can you tell me, tell me why
Love, like the lonely nightingale,
Will pour her heart when all is lone;
Nor will repeat, amidst the vale,
Her notes to any but to one.
Can you tell me, tell me why
Love is timid, Love is shy?