Traditional
Irish Aire w. words by Thomas Moore
As performed by Allison Crowe
Believe me, if all those endearing young charms,
Which I gaze on so fondly today,
Were to change by tomorrow, and fleet in my arms,
Like fairy-gifts fading away,
Thou wouldst still be adored, as this moment thou
art,
Let thy loveliness fade as it
will,
And around the dear ruin each wish of my heart,
Would entwine itself verdantly
still.
It is not while beauty and youth are thine own,
And thy cheek unprofaned by a
tear,
That the fervour and faith of a soul can be known,
To which time has but made thee
more dear:
No, the heart that has truly loved never forgets,
But as truly loves on to the
close,
As the sun-flower turns to her god, when he sets,
The same look which she gave
when he rose.
