For you, my Love, I cross the miles
To touch your face, to see your smiles,
And though I wander far in search of gold,
I always return for you to hold.

No other ever stirs my heart,
Yet so easily you do,
And I can think of little else
But returning home to you.

I pray you not forget me
When duty calls me away
To do these things which I I must do
In the light of day.

But always I return to you.
My soul knows no other rest,
For in you I've found true love
To withstand the toughest test.

So now though I am weary,
On the road to you I run
And pray our love together
Has only just begun.