I'll never know her warmth or touch,
Or her lips that gently speak,
I'll never know her warm embrace,
For it's a love we'll never seek.
Now, there are those that bliss may know
And the joy that union brings,
But a love not met and blessed by veil,
Kills the song - the singer sings.
For who of us can know life's road,
Or where our journey's end may be,
For hope may bring me love replete
Then the song you'll hear will be sung by me.