When I was young I longed for Love
And held his glory far above
All other earthly things. I cried
Come Love, dear Love, with me abide
Come on Love, oh dear Love, with me abide.
And with my subtlest art I wooed,
And eagerly the wight pursued.
But Love was coy and Love was shy,
He laughed at me and passed me by.
Come on Love, oh dear Love, with me abide.
Well, I grew old and I grew gray,
When Wealth came wending down my way.
I took his golden hand with glee,
And comrades from that day were we.
Then Love came back with doleful face,
And prayed that I would give him place.
But, though his eyes with tears were dim
I turned my back and laughed at him.
Come on Love, oh dear Love, with me abide.