I care not whether the skiesare blue, Or...

I care not whether the skiesare blue, Or the clnndd idioom black above me; A sweet thought comee with the thought of you- You love me, dear, you love me! When the world 3 cold and its friendships few, And toil is a vain endeavor, A sweet voice sings to iny soul of you. And the world is sweet forever. And love, my love, with the bright eyes true And the red lips kind with kisses, Thcre is no love like my love for you- No joy in the world like this is! And whether the skies are dark or blue, With stars or storms above me, My lifewill hinewith the thought of you- Yuu luve me, dear, you love me!