The moon gleams down
Alice Tegnér
The moon gleams down,
I should yet again
Go to my darling,
How does she fare?
Alas, she's despondent
And laments and laments,
That I will never see her
Again in her life!
The moon sinks,
I hurry off briskly -
Hurrying so that nobody
Shall steal my love away.
O coo, you doves!
O whir, you breezes!
- So that nobody
Shall steal my love away!