Ballad
I know my love is true,And oh the day is fair.The sky is clear and blue,The flowers are rich of hue,The air I breathe is rare,I have no grief or care;For my own love is true,And oh ‘the day is fair.
My love is false I find,And oh the day is dark.Blows sadly down the wind,While sorrow holds my mind;I do not hear the lark,For quenched is life’s dear spark,—My love is false I find,And oh the day is dark!
For love doth make the dayOr dark or doubly bright;Her beams along the wayDispel the gloom and gray.She lives and all is bright,She dies and life is night.For love doth make the day,Or dark or doubly bright.