Be My Sweetheart

Sweetheart, be my sweetheart

  When birds are on the wing,

When bee and bud and babbling flood

  Bespeak the birth of spring,

Come, sweetheart, be my sweetheart

  And wear this posy-ring!

Sweetheart, be my sweetheart

  In the mellow golden glow

Of earth aflush with the gracious blush

  Which the ripening fields foreshow;

Dear sweetheart, be my sweetheart,

  As into the noon we go!

Sweetheart, be my sweetheart

  When falls the bounteous year,

When fruit and wine of tree and vine

  Give us their harvest cheer;

Oh, sweetheart, be my sweetheart,

  For winter it draweth near.

Sweetheart, be my sweetheart

  When the year is white and old,

When the fire of youth is spent, forsooth,

  And the hand of age is cold;

Yet, sweetheart, be my sweetheart

  Till the year of our love be told!