My little heart shall have a home, A warm and shelter'd rest; No giddy flights shall make me roam From whence I am most blest. With love and only that, dear swain, What tranquil joys I fee; Farewell, ye false inconstant train, For one is all to me.
My little heart shall have a home, A warm and shelter'd rest; No giddy flights shall make me roam From whence I am most blest. With love and only that, dear swain, What tranquil joys I fee; Farewell, ye false inconstant train, For one is all to me.