Oh, were it not for one fair face,
One angel voice, one loving smile,
The world would be a dreary place,
And life to me not worth the while.
Methinks the sun shines but to show
How wondrous fair the maiden is;
Methinks the warm winds only blow
That they may kiss her draperies.
I know the roses bloom that they
May live an hour upon her breast;
I know that I would willingly
Share their brief life to share their nest.