O in life
Through many dark rooms
We must go
And all right
Though many’s the hour [bad word] to you sour and slow
And all night
Though flames in the forest ring halos
To glory us both
All I
Can bring to that [bad word] of smoke
Is the hope that you knowed:

O love
Though one day I tarried too far
And I never came home
O love
Always I carried your heart
Married deep in my own