Love is the light of the world, my dear,
  Heigho, but the world is gloomy;
The light has failed and the lamp down hurled,
  Leaves only darkness to me.

Love is the light of the world, my dear,
  Ah me, but the world is dreary;
The night is down, and my curtain furled
  But I cannot sleep, though weary.

Love is the light of the world, my dear,
  Alas for a hopeless hoping,
When the flame went out in the breeze that swirled,
  And a soul went blindly groping.