Take the roses from the garden,
Take the fishes from the sea,
Take the starlight from the heavens,
But don’t take her love from me.
Chase the snowflakes from my window,
Hide the rainbows from my sky,
Take the flowers from the meadows,
Only leave him by my side.
Though the world may lose its wonder,
Though the grapes yield no more wine,
Though the storm clouds lose their thunder,
I’ll be his…and she’ll be mine.
Fill your glasses! Fill your platters!
Sing with joy a happy song!
That what we claim here now does matter:
With each other we belong.