1.
The day returns, my bosom burns,
The blissful day we twa did meet!
Tho' winter wild in tempest toil'd,
Ne'er summer sun was half sae sweet.
Than a' the pride that loads the tide,
And crosses o'er the sultry line,
Than kingly robes, than crowns and globes,
Heav'n gave me more - it made thee mine!
2.
While day and night can bring delight,
Or Nature aught of pleasure give,
While joys above my mind can move,
For thee and thee alone, I live!
When the grim foe of Life below
Comes in between to make us part,
The iron hand that breaks our band,
It breaks my bliss, it breaks my heart!

The day returns, my bosom burns,
The blissful day we two did meet!
Though winter wild in tempest toiled,
Never summer sun was half so sweet.
Than all the pride that loads the tide,
And crosses over the sultry line,
Than kingly robes, than crowns and globes,
Heaven gave me more - it made you mine!

While day and night can bring delight,
Or Nature nothing of pleasure give,
While joys above my mind can move,
For you and you alone, I live!
When the grim foe of Life below
Comes in between to make us part,
The iron hand that breaks our band,
It breaks my bliss, it breaks my heart!