Yes, I will love thee 
when the sun throws light upon a thousand flowers
When winter’s biting breath is gone
And spring leads on the smiling hours
 
Yes, I will love thee
When spring leads on the smiling hours.
And I will call thee beautiful
More beautiful than May’s bright wreaths
Though all the air with sweets be full
Though every bird his soft tone breathes.
 
And I will love thee 
When the earth is bright with summer’s rich attire
When morn to seas of gold give birth
And eve to brighter wreathes of fire
When the broad moon and burning stars
Are riding through the lucid aire
On snow-white flee-cy clouds for cars
Then will I dream
 
Then will I dream of thee, my fair
I’ll love thee when the autumn winds
Sweep headily the misty plain
When the last flowers it cold bed finds
And birds are far away again
 
And I will shield thee
When the breath of winter beats upon the earth
And I will shield thee 
When the breath of winter beats upon the earth
 
And we will laugh at nature’s death
Content will love and festive mirth.
The tale and sportive song shall be
Only of soft and fairy things
Young love shall rest with us
And we will give Old Time
His silken wings.