Little lady of my heart ! br Just a little longer, br Love me: we will pass and part, br Ere this love grow stronger. br br I have loved thee, Child! too well, br To do aught but leave thee : br Nay! my lips should never tell br Any tale, to grieve thee. br Little lady of my heart ! br Just a little longer, br I may love thee: we will part, br Ere my love grow stronger. br br Soon thou leavest fairy-land; br Darker grow thy tresses; br Soon no more of hand in hand; br Soon no more caresses ! br br Little lady of my heart ! br Just a little longer, br Be a child: then, we will part, br Ere this love grow stronger.