Sin

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.