My life had been a wilderness
Untouched by fortunes gaze
Had fate not linked my love to her
Sweet Rose of Alendale.

Or

And people who walk about never ask why,
The rich uns can live, and your poor daddy die.
And if they should ask me, Lord, I'd only cry,
For the Sun and the Moon's fallen down from the sky.

Or

With the love of your life,
Spend a lifetime of love,
Make her yours forevermore.

Or

So kiss me my sweet, and so let us part.
And when I grow too old to dream,
Your kiss will live in my heart.
(sniff)
God bless Sigmund Romberg!