Love's Own Kiss 1913 Rudolf Friml

Dr. Pitt-Payne in London UK - 06 Aug 2002

Feelings all unknown, what can they be?
suddenly to start my poor heart,
like a bird at last set free?
How it calls to me.
Can it be the fragrant breath of Spring?
Or the wooing pow'r of some flow'r
that has taught my soul to sing,
Ah, has taught my soul to sing?
Something of joy or pain,
like a sun that smiles through rain?

While your voice is calling me,
Calling, enthralling me,
Your dear eyes beholding me,
your dear arms enfolding me,
your lips caressing mine,
Pressing, possessing mine,
Burning with bliss:
This must be love's own kiss.

While your voice is calling me,
Calling, enthralling me,
Your dear eyes beholding me,
your dear arms enfolding me,
your lips caressing mine,
Pressing, possessing mine,
Burning with bliss:
This must be love's own kiss.

Pretty little fancies come and smile,
like a butterfly flutter by;
and they beckon me the while:
Bring they good or guile?
Shall I follow on o'er mead and field,
plucking blossoms gay on my way,
and to love's allurements yield,
Ah, to love's allurements yield?
Something of madness vain,
born of thoughts I must restrain!

While your voice is calling me,
Calling, enthralling me,
Your dear eyes beholding me,
your dear arms enfolding me,
your lips caressing mine,
Pressing, possessing mine,
Burning with bliss:
This must be love's own kiss.

While your voice is calling me,
Calling, enthralling me,
Your dear eyes beholding me,
your dear arms enfolding me,
your lips caressing mine,
Pressing, possessing mine,
Burning with bliss:
This must be love's own kiss.

Soft karaoke
Words
str 25
str 50
str 110
fr hrn 60
brass 75
timpani
bassoon
pizz str
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Love's Own Kiss 1913 Rudolf Friml
Lyrics by Olga Hartley
Music by Rudolf Friml
copyright 1913 by G. Schirmer N.Y.
sequence and karaoke by Dr. Pitt-Payne in London UK
on Monday 05 August 2002 at 23.56
in association with Doug Grierson
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From the Musical Farce
'High Jinks'
by Rudolf Friml
1913
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