Love thee, dearest, love thee?
Yes! that star is not more fair,
That thro' clouds above thee,
Shines more sadly there!
Tho' too oft dim, with tears like him
Like him my truth may shine
But love thee dearest, love thee?
Yes! 'til death I'm thine.
Leave, thee, dearest, leave thee?
No! that star is not more true,
When my vows deceive thee,
He will wander too!
A cloud of night may veil his light,
And death may darken mine,
But leave thee dearest, leave thee?
No! 'til death I'm thine!