Oh, were my soul a metronome
And hers a beat playing over mine,
Yes I would, yes I would,
Nod my head and feel the time.

Oh, were my  love jazz in the evening
And I a listener reclined,
I would by multitudes start understanding
The preciousness  of her kind.

Oh, were my love softly playing
Against an evening everlasting
I would forever listen
To my loves endless broadcasting.

Oh, were my love a symphony
And I a stringless harp,
I would rise above the din
But fall flat while others sharp.