I give my heart unto you,
And with you it shall always be,
For the time will come that you will see,
My heart will only belong to thee;

Your absence is a bad dream,
From which I yearn to awake,
To awake at the sight of your eyes looking at mine,
To awake on your lap;

Only to sleep a deep sleep to forget my sorrows,
Without the forethought of morrows!