A hundred hearts would be too few
To carry all my love for you.
They who meet on an April night are forever lost in love,
if there’s moonlight all about and there’s no moon above.
Will you love me in December as you do in May,
Will you love me in the good old fashioned way?
When my hair has all turned gray,
Will you kiss me then and say,
That you love me in December as you do in May?
– James J. Walker.
A hundred hearts would be too few
To carry all my love for you.
They who meet on an April night are forever lost in love,
if there’s moonlight all about and there’s no moon above.
Will you love me in December as you do in May,
Will you love me in the good old fashioned way?
When my hair has all turned gray,
Will you kiss me then and say,
That you love me in December as you do in May?
– James J. Walker.