Текст песни
Oh yes we mean all kind words that we say
To old friends and to new
Yet doth this truth grow clearer day by day
We love but few
We love we love What easy words to say
And sweet to hear
When sunrise splendor brightens all the way
And far and near
Are breath of flowers and carolling of birds
And bells that chime
Our hearts are light we do not weigh our words
At morning time
But when the matin music all is hushed
And life’s great load
Doth weigh us down and thick with dust
Doth grow the road
Then do we say less often that we love
The words have grown
With pleading eyes we look to Christ above
And clasp our own
Their lives are bound to ours by mighty bands
No mortal strait
Nor Death himself with his prevailing hands
Can separate
The world is wide and many friends are dear
And friendships true
Yet do these words read plainer year by year
We love but few
