If I But Knew by Amy E. Leigh

If I but knew what the tree-tops say,
Whispering secrets night and day,
I ’d make a song, my love, for you,
If I but knew—if I but knew.

If I but knew how the lilies brew
Nectar rare from a drop of dew,
A crystal glass I ’d fill for you,
If I but knew—if I but knew.

Love, if I knew but one tender word,
Sweet as the note of a wooing bird,
I ’d tell my ardent love to you,
If I but knew—if I but knew.