Somewhere, My Love, there will be songs to sing
Although the snow covers the hope of spring;
Somewhere a hill blossoms in green and gold,
And there are dreams ? all that your heart can hold.
Someday we'll meet again, My Love,
Someday, whenever the spring breaks through.
You'll come to me out of the long a - go,
Warm as the wind, soft as the kiss of snow;
Til then, My Sweet, think of me now and then;
God speed, My Love, til you are mine again.