They say the world is cold, love,
Its fairest hours soon fly,
Its sweetest flowers unfold love,
A moment but to die ;
They say the lover's bark, maid,
Floats into falsehood's snare,
And then the world is dark, maid.
And fill'd with killing care;
But I've a heart for thee, love,
And thou a heart for me, love,
For the world Ah, ! what care we, love,
Though cold and dark it be !

They say the wealthy fool, love.
Is growing wealthier still;
They say ambition's tool, love,
Still gains his sordid will ;
They say 'tis man's delight, maid.
To make a prey of man ;
And falsehood black as night, maid.
Rules all with magic wan ;
Yet I've a heart for thee, love.
And thou a heart for me, love.
What for sordid slaves care we, love,
Though proud and false they be.