  When troubles come, my honey, And sorrows dark the sky, We'll seek the cave of faithful love And watch the clouds go by; A refuge safe, my honey, From all the storm and strife, Where joy shall keep the strong heart young Through all the cares of life. Then come with me, my honey; What though the wild winds blow? With hand and heart true love shall keep Us safe through weal and woe! The storm-clouds dark, my honey, May fret the deep blue sky, But love shall keep us smiling still Of bright days by and by! |
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