Speak Low Kurt Weil / Ogden Nash (1943), Guy Lombardo (#5 in 1944)

Speak Low, when you speak, love,
Our summer day withers away
Too soon, too soon.

Speak low, when you speak, love,
Our moment is swift, like ships adrift,
We're swept apart too soon

Speak low, darling speak low
Love is a spark lost in the dark
Too soon, too soon,
I feel wherever I go
That tomorrow is near, tomorrow is here,
and always too soon.

Time is so old and love so brief
Love is pure gold and time is a thief.

We're late, darling we're late
The curtain descends, everything ends
Too soon, too soon, I wait, darling I wait
Will you speak low to me
Speak love to me and soon.