How far you fare or wherever you be.
Never a burden but you make it lighter
Just by your smile that I see creeping through,
Never a glad hour but you make it brighter,
Heart of me, part of me--Some one like you.
How come the thoughts of you joyously welling
Up like the water of springs bubbling clear,
What a new joy everytime in the telling
Some thing that always I want you to hear.
Roses of June or the snows of December
Gray be the skies or like azure the blue,
Far be the day