Song

With thee my thoughts are calm and sweet. Without thee they are wild and sad; With thee my life is all complete, Without thee it is stormy — mad: Be true to me, my love, be true! I'm nothing, if I have not you.

With thee my heart is aye at rest, Without thee it is tempest-tost; With thee my life is fully blest. Without thee I am wreck'd and lost: Be true to me, my love, be true! I'm nothing, if I have not you.