My hearts faintly beating , slowly beating;
And the greeting!
Of each new day is but a task that I at dawn-
take up anew;
And I wonder onward lonely, growing weary,
and more lonely.
Since fate must ever lead, mean the road-
away from you.
The road wind on before me, it would lure me;
And would tempt me.
But my heart shall never listen and-
calls to me in vain;
For your love is ever with me, ever comforting,
And the memories of your sweetness are –
my roses in the rain.