Take Away The Breath Of Flowers,

It Would Surely Be A Sin;

Take The Rain From April Showers,

It's A Sin.

Take Away The Violins, Dear,

From A Lovely Symphony,

And The Music Of My Heart



Would Cease To Be.

Is It A Sin To Love You So?

To Hold You Close,

And Know You Are Near Me?



Though You Take Away My Heart, Dear,

There's A Beating Still Within;

I'll Keep Loving You Forever,

For It's No Sin.