All my wealth I would give,
I would give all my fame,
For a woman who would kiss me
And call me by my name.
But I, with my fame in the world,
In the world am all alone;
And I, who have wealth, have nothing
That I can call my own.
And, as I drive along,
Seated triumphantly,
God knows how often I envy
The beggar who envies me.
For, in the mud of the Street,
That my wheels cast up as I go,
He laughs to his wife in the gutter,
And she laughs to him even so.
All my wealth I would give,
I would give all my fame,
If there were one woman to kiss me
And call me by my name.
