If I might only come to you, from all the world apart,
If I might only lay my dreams before your tender heart,
I wonder would you pity me, Or would you bid me go?
If I should dare to ask your love, because I love you so!

If I might only kneel to you, With all my love confest,
If I might only lay my head upon your loving breast,
If you would only comfort me, And bid my fears have rest,
If I might only stay with you—Then would my life be blest