Be (C)lieve me, if (C7)all those en (F)dear ing young charms, which I (C)gaze on so (G7)fond ly to (C)day,

(G7)were to (C)change by to (C7)mor row and (F)fleet in my arms, like which (C)fair y gifts (G7)fad ing a (C)way,

thou wouldst still be a dor’d, as this (F)mo ment thou art, let thy (C)love li ness (G7)fade as it (C)will.

(G7)And a (C)round the dear (C7)ru in each (F)wish of my heart would en (C)twine it self (G7)ver dant ly (C)still

It (C)is not while (C7)beau ty and (F)youth are thine own, and thy (C)cheek un pro (G7)faned by a (C)tear,

(G7)that the (C)fer vor and (C7)faith of a (F)soul can be known, to which (C)time will but (G7)make thee more (C)dear.

Oh, the heart that has tru ly loved (F)nev er for gets, but as (C)tru ly loves (G7)on to the (C)close;

(G7)as the (C)sun flow er (C7)turns on her (F)god when he sets, the same (C)look that she (G7)gave when he (C)still

It (C)rose.