Don’t tell me too soon;Let me wait, let me move my face to the sun and feel the warm sun, to heal my wounds and collect my thoughts.
Tell me not before the day I expect, so I only have to bear it shortly, ’till the next time we are to perhaps meet – don’t tell me too soon.
don’t tell me too soon, for I cannot cope. don’t tell me too soon for all I have is hope.
a hidden sin I keep; at the brim of our remit it creep- of you in my mind, i musen’t admit. a secret is unspilt and thus truly worshiped : but steady hand this bearer hasn’t – this man has time to see it clearer: don’t tell me too soon for the time I have is so dearer.
Hold your