|_ _|_ _ _ |_ _|_ _ _ | |_ _|_ _ _ | Get yourself some love my boy I pray don't hesitate            Find a little sweetness my friend, why wait            Love is everywhere It is waiting to be found            You can feel it in the breeze  You can see it all around             Now many are its memories And sacred is their truth            Of the love we taste in our own sweet youth            When the snows are gone And the spring is o'er the land            You may stroll upon its shore  Where the waters  kiss the sand             There along the wood side amid the violets blue       You may ask her for her love And she'll steal away with you            Sweetly she'll caress you And gently will she sigh            And love you more and more  With each moment that goes by             |_ _|_ _ _ |_ _|_ _ _ | |_ _|_ _ _ | Soon the years will pass you by And then where will you be            Where is your young wife and your fa__-mi__-ly           Blessed is the man  With a son to bear his name       Now there may be many more  But you'll love them all the same             Blessed are the times when true love had its day            When spring was o'er the land, long ago and far away             |_ _|_ _ _ |_ _|_ _ _ | |_ _|_ _ _ | |_ _ _ |_ _ _    |_ _ _  |_ _ _ | |_ _ _ |_ _ ab6,4 |_ _ _ |_ _ _ | |_ _ _ |_ _ _ |_ _ _ |_ _ _ | |_ _ _ |_ _ _ |_ _ _ |!