Love at Dawn
The fields are full of flowers,
The sky is very blue;
In these bright morning hours
I’m thinking, love, of you.
If I, with love and laughter,
Could drive away your tears,
I’d chance the whole hereafter
Eternity of years.
Life offers us but little,
So little we can lose;
My patience you but nettle
When you my love refuse;
Our happiness may vanish
Before the sun will set;
Would you our pleasure banish
And live but to regret?