Though far-off is my love, she is not far,
And though my songs be sad, they are not sad,
For in my heart her portrait is, and there
I keep it, safe from envy and from lack,
And when I am alone, I gaze on it,
And I am happy, for I am not sad,
For in my heart her portrait is, and there
I keep it, safe from envy and from lack,
And when I am alone, I gaze on it,
And I am happy, for I am not sad;
And though my songs be sad, they are not sad,
For in my heart her portrait is, and there
I keep it, safe from envy and from lack,
And when I am alone, I gaze on it,
And I am happy, for I am not sad.
And though my songs be sad, they are not sad,
For in my heart her portrait is, and there
I keep it, safe from envy and from lack,
And when I am alone, I gaze on it,
And I am happy, for I am not sad,
For in my heart her portrait is, and there
I keep it, safe from envy and from lack,
And when I am alone, I gaze on it,
And I am happy, for I am not sad;
And though my songs be sad, they are not sad,
For in my heart her portrait is, and there
I keep it, safe from envy and from lack,
And when I am alone, I gaze on it,
And I am happy, for I am not sad.