I think of you, my love, not as a stranger,

Although it's true, my love we've only met.

Yet I know your smile and I know your sigh,

Know them well from dreams I can't forget.

We've kissed like this before, you are not a stranger,

A thousand times or more.

`Neath stars above, now the path is clear,

For at last you're here, not as a stranger dear,

But my own true love.