The lonely girl
Adolf Wallnöfer
Would it were dark, I would lie in the wood,
in the wood it rustles so gently;
With it's coat of stars
Night covers me there.
There come the brooks
if I am yet asleep?
I don't sleep, by a long way I attend
to the nightingales.
When the treetops wave above me,
they resound all night.
Those are the thoughts in the heart -
They sing when no one is left awake.