Thy heart and mine are one, my dear, At dawn and set of sun; When skies are bright, when days are drear, Thy heart and mine are one! About us move the hapless folk Whom paltry things estrange; The friends that feel their bond a yoke, The loves that lightly change; But thou and I, my bonny child, Their dangers blithely shun, Nor can by folly be beguiled,-- For thou and I are one! |