Darling, my darling, my heart is on the wing,
It flies to you this morning like a bird,
Like happy birds in spring-time my spirit soars and sings,
The same sweet song your ears have often heard.

The sun is in my window, the shadow on the field,
The wind is moving in the branches green,
And all my life, my darling, is turning unto you,
And kneeling at your feet, my own, my princess

The golden bells are ringing across the distant hill,
Their merry chimes come to me soft and clear,
But in my heart’s deep side all ardor-filled and still
A sweeter bell is sounding for you, dear.

The bell of love requests you to come and seek the shrine
Whose dais is straight unto you,
The offerings, the expense, the prayers, the songs are yours,
And I, my love, your humble paramour will be.