Ever with thee

E'er on thine eyes my gaze is biding,

When I am near to thee,

To heaven there my soul confiding,

I take those stars for all my guiding,

E'er on thine eyes my gaze is biding;

When I am near to thee.

Thy lovely form shall haunt me ever;

When I am far from thee;

To bitter grief I'll yield me never,

And if from thee I'm forced to sever,

Thy lovely form shall haunt me ever;

When I am far from thee.

With rapture will our kiss be given,

When I return to thee,

We near the goal for which we've striven,

From our desires the bonds are riven,

With rapture will our kiss be given,

When I return to thee.