When I feel low and lonely
My love, my one and only,
Will smile at me and say,
“These blues will blow away,
And how can you feel lonely?
I am your one and only;
I’ll never go away
Until my dying day!”
When I feel weak and worthless,
Most miserable and mirthless,
My lovely lady sings,
Like angel without wings:
“Since when have you been worthless,
Most miserable and mirthless?
You’re singularly, strong;
God’s chosen all along!”