Sunday

Brahms, Johannes

This whole week, I have not

Seen my delicate sweetheart.

I saw her on Sunday,

Standing in front of the door:

That thousand-times beautiful girl,

That thousand-times beautiful heart,

Would, God, I were with her today!

This whole week, my laughing

Has not ceased;

I saw her on Sunday,

Going to church:

That thousand-times beautiful girl,

That thousand-times beautiful heart,

Would, God, I were with her today!