SERENADE

              Overhead the moon is beaming,
              White as blossoms on the bough;
              Nothing is heard but the song of a bird,
              Filling all the air with dreaming;
              Could my heart but still its beating,
              Only you can tell it how! Beloved,
              From your window give me greeting,
              Hear my eternal vow!

              Chorus:

              Soft in the trees, sighs the echo of my longing;
              While all around you my dreams of rapture throng.
              Visions glowing around me throng,
              My soul, my joy, my hope, my fear,
              Your heart must tell you that I am near.
              Lean from above, while I pour out my love,
              For you know to my life you are love.
              Oh, hear my longing cry! Oh, love me or I die!
              Love Me!

              Overhead, the moon is beaming,
              White as blossoms on the bough!
              Nothing is heard but the song of a bird,
              Filling all the air with dreaming!
              Could my heart but still its beating,
              Only you can tell it how! Beloved
              From your window give me greeting,
              I swear my eternal love.