If I should lose the whole wide world
And still have thoughts of you,
I'd think myself the richest girl
Tho' poor, it might be true.

I would not mind the poverty
For love, they say, is blind,
And I would find my wealth;
you see,
Of quite a different kind,

If I should lose the whole wide world,
Yet know you loved me true,
I'd feel that I had found my wealth,
The day that I met you.