Somewhere, My Love, there will be songs to sing Although the snow covers the hope of spring; Somewhere a hill blossoms in green and gold, And there are dreams ? all that your heart can hold. Someday we'll meet again, My Love, Someday, whenever the spring breaks through. You'll come to me out of the long a - go, Warm as the wind, soft as the kiss of snow; Til then, My Sweet, think of me now and then; God speed, My Love, til you are mine again.