Love will find out the way

Quite over the mountains,

And over the waves,

Quite over the fountains,

And under the graves;

O'er floods that are deepest,

Which Neptune obey,

O'er rocks that are steepest,

Love will find out the way.

Some think to lose him,

Which is too unkind;

And some do suppose him,

Poor thing to be blind;

But if ne'er so close ye wall him,

Do the best that ye may,

Blind Love, if so ye call him,

He will find out the way.