Your days will be full of cares if you must give me your heart.
My house by the crossroads has its doors open and my mind is absent, -for I sing.
I shall never be made to answer for it if you must give your heart.
If I pledge my word to you in tunes now and am too much in earnest to keep it when music is silent, you must forgive me; for the law laid down in May is best broken in December.
Do not always keep remembering it, if you must give me your heart.
When your eyes sing with love, and your voice ripples with laughter, my answers to your questions will be wild, and not misery accurate in facts, -they are to be believed forever and then forgotten for good.