An Old Flame

When dreams enfold me,

Then I behold thee,

See thee, the same loving sweetheart of old.

Through seasons gliding,

Thou art abiding

In the depths of my heart untold;

For I do love thee,

May God above his guarding care unfold.

Ah! could I meet thee,

And have thee greet me,

Come to me,

Stand by me,

Love me as yore,

Sadness outdone then,

New life would come then,

Such joy never known before;

For I do love thee,

May God above thee,

Bless thee ever more,

God bless thee!

Love, Bless thee! Love.