My Love Is Young, So Young; Young Is Her Cheek, And Her Throat, And Life Is A Song To Be Sung With Love The Word For Each Note. Young Is Her Cheek And Her Throat; Her Eyes Have The Smile O' May. And Love Is The Word For Each Note In The Song Of My Life To-Day. Her Eyes Have The Smile O' May; Her Heart Is The Heart Of A Dove, And The Song Of My Life To-Day Is Love, Beautiful Love. Her Heart Is The Heart Of A Dove, Ah, Would It But Fly To My Breast Where Lone, Beautiful Love, Has Made It A Downy Nest. Ah, Would She But Fly To My Breast, My Love Who Is Young, So Young; I Have Made Her A Downy Nest And Life Is A Song To Be Sung.