How Romantic Can It Be?

They say I am too young.

When you are young

Can’t true love come?

Or must you wait?

And if you wait

Will it be too late?

My friend says forget.

I try to, but yet

I seem to remember

The day she stepped out.

I ask why is that

With so much beauty about?

I seem to get the impression

That my heart’s in a depression.

I sit and ask many a question.

When I think of the fun we had

I get sorrowful and mad and sad

When it’s beautiful to see.

            How romantic can it be?

            When she’s far away from me

            And the moon is bright

            And the night

            Is beautiful to see,

            How romantic can it be?

When all is quiet and still

With fog o’re the meadows ‘til

Cows are asleep

Sound and deep

In the midnight dew,

How romantic can it be?

The silver of the lake

Reminds me of her hair,

Liquid and shimmering

And wavy in the air.

A bird in the meadow

Reminds me of her voice,

Clear and perfect

And beautiful and choice.

When ice covers the stream.

Winter clouds shroud my dream.

Nothing e’er goes right

But the night

Is beautiful to see;

How romantic can it be?

How romantic can it be?

Every little breeze

Blowing through the trees

Brings back a memory.

Whether the moon

Or the sun at noon,

It means misery

When it’s beautiful to see.

How sad is sweet parting,

My heart is still carting

Love’s ache and pain,

And my brain

Is asking thee,

How romantic can it be?