Upon your shattered ruins where This vine will flourish still, as rare, As fresh, as fragrant as of old. Love will not crumble.

Old sundial, you stand here for Time: For Love, the vine that round your base Its tendrils twines, and dares to climb And lay one flower-capped spray in grace …

Dropt tears have hastened your decay And brought you one step nigher death; And you have heard, unthrilled, unmoved, The music of Love's golden breath And seen…

Of troubles know I none, Of pleasures know I many - I rove beneath the sun Without a single penny.

From the dark end of the street To the bright side of the road We'll be lovers once again on the Bright side of the road

Catch a falling star an' put it in your pocket, Never let it fade away! Catch a falling star an' put it in your pocket, Save it for a rainy day! For love may c…

Nada esta perdido si se tiene el valor de proclamar que todo esta perdido y hay que empezar de nuevo.