Solveig's Song, from Peer Gynt (Grieg)

The winter may go, and the spring may die
The summer may fade, and the year may fly
But thou art surely coming, I know thou'lt be mine
My troth I have plighted, I'm waiting ever by

God help thee wherever His sun thou dost feel
God bless thee wherever at His feet though dost kneel
Here I shall await thee till thou art near
And if thou stay up yonder, then I shall meet thee there