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I I LOVE my life, but not too well | |
| To give it to thee like a flower, | |
| So it may pleasure thee to dwell | |
| Deep in its perfume but an hour. | |
| I love my life, but not too well. | 5 |
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| I love my life, but not too well | |
| To sing it note by note away, | |
| So to thy soul the song may tell | |
| The beauty of the desolate day. | |
| I love my life, but not too well. | 10 |
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| I love my life, but not too well | |
| To cast it like a cloak on thine, | |
| Against the storms that sound and swell | |
| Between thy lonely heart and mine. | |
| I love my life, but not too well. | 15 |
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II Your love is like a blue blue wave | |
| The little rainbows play in. | |
| Your love is like a mountain cave | |
| Cool shadows darkly stay in. | |
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| It thrills me like great gales at war, | 20 |
| It soothes like softest singing. | |
| It bears me where clear rivers are, | |
| With reeds and rushes swinging; | |
| Or out to pearly shores afar | |
| Where temple bells are ringing. | 25 |
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III And is it pain to you | |
| That we must love and part? | |
| Ah, if you only knew | |
| The gladness in my heart! | |
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| Love is enough. Each day | 30 |
| I look upon the sun, | |
| He loves me! I shall say, | |
| Now is my life begun. | |
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| He loves me! Every night, | |
| On the dark verge of sleep | 35 |
| The rapture will alight | |
| And to my bosom creep. | |
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| Peace, for I should not dare | |
| A keener joy implore. | |
| My soul shall feel no care— | 40 |
| Until you love no more. | |
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