Cradle Song

THY heart and mine are one, my dear,At dawn and set of sun;When skies are bright, when days are drear,Thy heart and mine are one!

About us move the hapless folkWhom paltry things estrange;The friends that feel their bond a yoke,The loves that lightly change;

But thou and I, my bonny child,Their dangers blithely shun,Nor can by folly be beguiled,—For thou and I are one!