Love sounds the alarm, love sounds the alarm, and fairies are flying.

When beauty's the prize

Amen.

Beauty's the prize.

Love songs, dear love.

are flying love sounds

Love songs we love.

When beauties uprise, what mortal fears dying?

Without her, no pleasure for life is a pain.

Without her, no pleasure, for life is a pain.

Dear love, love sounds dear love, and fairies are flying.

When beauty's a prize, when beauty's a prize, what mortal

When beauties are prized

But what of his dying?

Love sounds the alarm, love sounds the alarm, and here is a flying...

And fear is a-flying

Beauty's a prize that mortal fears dying.

When beauties apprise what mortal fears dying.