Song of America

The Nightingale's Song
by Alvin Hovey-King

I sing to my love, the rose,
With all my soul and heart,
For there's naught so sweet in all the world,
As to love, to love, to love.

I sing to my love, the rose,
And the rose sings back to me,
The sweetest song that e'er will be:
"For I love, I love, I love."

I sing to my love, the rose,
As I gaze in her deep red heart,
For her heart is free for all to see,
With its love, its love, its love.

I sing to my love, the rose,
With love for the theme of my song,
For I love the rose and the rose loves me,
So we love, we love, we love.

I sing to my love, the rose,
With all my soul and heart,
For there's naught so sweet in all the world,
As to love, to love, to love.

I sing to my love, the rose,
And the rose sings back to me,
The sweetest song that e'er will be:
"For I love, I love, I love."