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 s