Carry me over the river, to where I may lay,
so gently under the blue sky,
to dream the day away,
under the gentle clouds come what may,
to wander through the meadows,
in such lofty summer days,
through the beauty of the flowers,
and amongst the fields of hay where with you my darling,
my heart does float away,
and there, enraptured by your charms,
I am captured by the smile upon your face,
and now, I shall not want,
I shall not want when I am in your arms,
and I see heaven in your face.
