文本歌词

Before This Day Ends - George Hamilton IV
They say that my kind of love is blind
Some even say I must have lost my mind
But if I knew I'd never kiss your lips again
I'd rather die before this day ends
Seeds of gossip always grow
Till they kill the fragrance of the sweetest rose
But if I thought that you would let a doubt come in
I'd rather die before this day ends
All of everything is nothing without you
And many dream I dream the way I do
Without your love before another day begins
I'd rather die before this day end
Seeds of gossip always grow
Till they kill the fragrance of the sweetest rose
But if I thought that you could let a doubt come in
I'd rather die before this day end