I have no thought of care,
For the room is so warm and so bright.
And oft I look up from the balcony’s brink
To a sky that shows many a hue;
A vine clambers thickly the window above,
Where my birds sing together their rhythm of love;
My thoughts with them link
For I sit here and think
And all of my song is for you.
Ah! some day I know you will come back to me