Oh, My Dearie
Oh, my dearie, dearie, dearie,
Life’s a wondrous thing and cheery,
Never dark and never dreary;
All its blooms are sweet with dew!
And the mocking-bird is swinging,
Swinging low and high, and singing,
And my every thought is winging
Out across the world to you.
Life’s a wondrous thing, a potion
Stirred by breezes from the ocean,
And its every sweet emtion,
Dear, is born of dreams of you!
And I lift the chalice gladly,
Slowly, slowly, never sadly,
Never quickly, never madly,
‘Tis a most enchanting brew!
Drain it slowly, slowly, slowly,
With a spirit meek and lowly,
‘Tis a wondrous brew and holy!
Life is good, it gave me you!
And I’m glad, dear; in my telling
Can you see the gladness welling
In my heart and feel its swelling?
Ah, life’s skies are arched and blue.
Dear, when I am lowly lying,
When my last faint breath comes sighing,
And my spirit preens for flying,
And life’s cup is drained and through,
I shall end it, never shrinking,
With no sad regret or thinking;
All of it was worth the drinking!
It was sweet with love of you!