Maybe it happens this way,
Maybe we really be - long together,
But after all, how little we know.
Maybe it's just for a day;
Love is as changeable as the weather,
And after all, how little we know.
Who knows why an April breeze never remains?
Why stars in the trees hide when it rains?
Love comes along, casting a spell --
Will it sing you a song?
Will it say a farewell? Who can tell?
Maybe you're meant to be mine;
Maybe I'm only supposed to stay in your arms a while,
As others have done.
Oh, I hope in my heart that it's so,
In spite of how little we know.
Oh, I hope in my heart that it's so,
In spite of how little we know.