Take away the breath of flowers,
it would surely be a sin;
take the rain from april showers,
it's a sin.
take away the violins, dear,
from a lovely symphony,
and the music of my heart
Would cease to be.
is it a sin to love you so?
to hold you close,
and know you are near me?
Though you take away my heart, dear,
there's a beating still within;
i'll keep loving you forever,
for it's no sin.