For where it lights there dwells my heart:
And if I were where I would be,
Both rays would shine, love, where thou art.
I praise the tender flower,
That on a mournful day
Bloomed in my garden bower
And made the winter gay.
For where it lights there dwells my heart:
And if I were where I would be,
Both rays would shine, love, where thou art.
I praise the tender flower,
That on a mournful day
Bloomed in my garden bower
And made the winter gay.