Can it be the trees
That fill the breeze
With rare and magic perfume?
Oh, no, it isn't the trees
It's love in bloom!
Can it be the Spring
That seems to bring
The stars right into the room?
Oh, no, it isn't the Spring
It's love in bloom
My heart was a desert
You planted a seed
And this is the flower
This hour of sweet ful-fill-ment!
Is it all a dream
A joy supreme
That came to us in the gloom?
Oh, no, it isn't a dream
It's love in bloom!