Love's golden days, with rosy haze,
Reign ev'rywhere supreme;
They make the world with bliss impearl'd
Seem like an endless dream.

For what is care, or dark despair,
To those that feel the spell
Of love's sweet pow'r, from hour to hour,
And in its presence dwell. 

Oh! we will sing thy praise
Yes, sing thy praise in joyful lays,
And from the past recall
Our own love's golden days

The golden days, with rosy haze,
The fairest, best of all

Love's happy, golden days!
We sing, we sing thy praise,
And from the heart recall
Our own love's golden days

The brightest, best of all
We sing, we sing thy praise
And from the heart recall
Love's happy, golden days.