Engelsk text till "I folkviseton"

In Folk-song Fashion

Love comes along, love drifts away
No-one can tell us the reasons.
But here by thy side, love, I know I shall stay
through all the passing seasons.

My heart, it is thine; thy heart, it is mine
and mine shall remain till I die.
My happiness, thine; thy happiness, mine
- thy tears, they are mine when thou cryest.

Love is so strong, so wonderously strong
- naught in the world makes it yield.
Roses spring up from the hardest of ground
as sunshine spreads over dark fields.

My heart, it is thine; thy heart, it is mine
and mine shall remain till I die.
My happiness, thine; thy happiness, mine
- thy tears, they are mine when thou cryest.

Or this one which has combined two of the verses

     A ballade of Love

Love is behold so amazing in might

No one can rule it or follow

But you, I will follow in winter and spring

And all treasured days of living.

My heart is yours

Your heart is mine

I hold it and carefully keep it

My happiness yours

Your happiness mine

And your tears I feel them as my tears.

      Love is behold so amazing in might
      No one can rule it or follow
      But you, I will follow in winter and spring
      and all treasured days of living.

      (translation by Britt Rees - me

The previous translation I sent I don't know who came up with.