Because
Guy d’Hardelot, Frank Teschemacher
Because you come to me with nought save love
And hold mine hand and lift mine eyes above
A wider world of hope and joy I see
Because you come to me
Because you speak to me in accent sweet
I find the roses waking round my feet
And I am led through tears and joy to thee
Because you speak to me
Because God made thee mine I'll cherish thee
Through light and darkness, through all time to be
And pray His love may make our love divine
Bеcause God made thee mine