I love him, I dream of him, 
I sing of him by day;
And all the night I hear him talk- 
And yet he's far away.

There's beauty in the morning, 
There's sweetness in the May,
There's music in the running stream; 
And yet he's far away.

I love him, I trust him; 
He trusteth me alway:
And so the time flies hopefully, 
Although he's far away.