When thee awakes on the morrow:
-Arise, my dearest love, and let your day be merry,
-For through it thee upon our love will carry,
-And let the breeze through thine hair blow,
-Our love each day begins to sow.

When thee travels:
-Watch thy road with extra care,
-For where it ends I'll be there,
-And with mine own arms open wide,
-Ye mayest rest thy gaze and eyes behind lids may hide.

When thee labors:
-Calm thine Heart and have no Fear,
-For what we write stays us here,
-And when at home we arrive,
-We'll converse of love and come alive.

Upon thine homecoming:
-Take thy seat and let me wait,
-For I know long was thy day and full was thy slate,
-And I can attend thine every desire,
-Thee mayest warm thy weary bones beside our fire.

And as thee reposes:
-Dream, my beauty, of wondrous things.
-For protection my presence brings,
-And if thou wakest from a dream of fright,
-I'll lullaby thee the entire night.