Music and lyrics by Ernest Charles (1895-1984)
When I have sung my songs to you,
I’ll sing no more.
T’wld be a sacrilege to sing
at another door.
We’ve worked so hard to hold
our dreams, just you and I.
I could not share them all again,
I’d rather die
With just the thought that
I had loved so well, so true,
That I could never sing again,
except to you.
When I have sung my songs - Tenor, Robert White
When I have sung my songs - Greta Bradman