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