Before This Day Ends

Before This Day Ends - Frank Ifield

They say that my kind of love is blind some even say

I must have lost my mind

But if I knew I'd never kiss your lips again

I'd rather die before this day ends

Before this day ends

Seeds of gossip always grow till they kill the fragrant

Of the sweetest rose

But if I thought that you would let a doubt come in

I'd rather die before this day ends

All of everything is nothing without you and many dreams

I dream the way I do

Without your love before another day begins

I'd rather die before this day ends

Before this day ends

Seeds of gossip always grow till they kill the fragrant

Of the sweetest rose

But if I thought that you would let a doubt come in

I'd rather die before this day ends

I'd rather die before this day ends

I'd rather die before this day ends