Because thou art

My life has grown so dear to me

Because of thee.

My maiden with the eyes demure

And quiet mouth and forehead pure,

Joy makes a summer in my heart,

Because thou art.

The very winds melodious be

Because of thee.

The rose is sweeter for thy sake,

The waves in softer music break,

On brighter wings the swallows dart,

Because thou art.

Joy makes a summer in my heart,

On brighter wings the swallows dart,

All things in my delight have part,

Because thou art.