Whoever once has lived in loving arms 1

Whoever once has lived in loving arms Can never in this life grow poor; Though he must die afar, alone, He still would feel that blessed hour, When at her lips he lived in bliss, And even in death she is his. Whoever once has lived in loving arms Can never in this life grow poor; Though he must die afar, alone, He still would feel that blessed hour, When at her lips he lived in bliss, And even in death she is his. Whoever once has lived in loving arms Can never in this life grow poor; Though he must die afar, alone, He still would feel that blessed hour, When at her lips he lived in bliss, And even in death she is his.