If the moon doesn't shine more brightly

"If the moon doesn't shine more brightly,

If the sun doesn't rise early,

Then I will this night go courting,

As I have done before."

When he had stepped out into the street,

There he began a song, and sang;

He sang with a beautiful, bright voice,

So that his sweetheart sprang out of her bed.

"Be still, be still, my sweetheart!

Be still, be still, and do not stir,

Or you'll wake up Father or Mother,

And that is not good for either of us!"

"What do I care for your father or mother?

In front of your bedroom window I must stand.

I want to gaze upon my pretty love,

For whose sake I must go so far away."

The two stood side by side,

With their gentle little mouths;

Then the watchman blew his horn.

Adieu - we must part!

Parting, parting time again,

Parting hurts my young heart so!

That I am forced to flee from my pretty darling,

I will never forget.