I lie on my pallet bed 
And I hear the drip of the rain ; 
The rain on my garret roof is fallings 
And I am cold and in pain.

I lie on my pallet bed.
And my heart is wild with delight ; 
I hear her voice through the midnight calling. 
As I lie awake in the night. 

I lie on my pallet bed. 
And I see her bright eyes gleam ; 
She smiles, she speaks, and the world is ended. 
And made again in a dream.