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