but love; which may not last,
which brands us scorching so
is lonesome feelings' foe.
This marriage of love and lone,
the feeling which come and gone,
the feeling which come and gone,
Here now! The love is on!
Gloom then, tomorrow's gone.
Gloom then, tomorrow's gone.
The tears, heart-aches -- I care not heed,
True love is all I need.
True love is all I need.