When I was young I longed for Love
And held his glory far above
All other earthly things. I cried
Come, Love, dear Love, with me abide

Come on, Love, oh, dear Love, with me abide

And with my subtlest art I wooed
And eagerly the wight pursued
But Love was coy and Love was shy
He laughed at me and passed me by

Come on, Love, oh, dear Love, with me abide

Well, I grew old and I grew gray
When Wealth came wending down my way
I took his golden hand with glee
And comrades from that day were we

Then Love came back with doleful face
And prayed that I would give him place
But, though his eyes with tears were dim
I turned my back and laughed at him

Come on, Love, oh, dear Love, with me abide