I spend my days and nights in dreaming,
Dreaming of my love;
Such happy dreams of future scheming:
Sunny skies above
And waves of time beneath our feet;
Of 40 years together sweet.

I spend my days and nights in fearing
This may never be;
For though our hearts are ever nearing
How can we be free?
Oh, bitter earth! Oh, life that sears!
When beauty such as yours hides tears.

I cannot feel your fears, my Love, and
Hardly understand:
Must I spend my time in dreaming,
Miserable, hopeless scheming?
Will people always damn you for your birth,
When there is no more gentle soul on earth?