This love I canna bear it,
It cheats me night and day;
This love I canna wear it,
It sins my heart and soul away.

This love was once a bud
A lovely seed; a peeping thorn;
This love was once untouched
Light as the night; lithe as the morn.

This love it was a flower
Like a secret unknown to me,
Like a dream in a tame hour
Like a bird's nest within a tree.

This love, was a childhood
Warm as the sun, vain as the moon.
This love, was plain and blind
Now blossoms wild, hear its cheers mild.