Speak Low - Greg Abate, Phil Woods

Speak low

When you speak love

Our summer day

Withers away

Too soon, too soon

Speak low

When you speak love

Our moment is swift

Like ships adrift

Were swept apart

Too soon

Speak low

Darling speak low

Love is a spark

Lost in the dark

Too soon, too soon

I feel

Wherever I go

That tomorrow is here

Tomorrow is near

And always too soon

Time is so old

And love’s so brief

Love is pure gold

And time a thief

We’re late

Darling we’re late

The curtain descends

Everything ends

Too soon, too soon

I wait

Darling I wait

When you speak low to me

Speak love to me and soon