Mary, I will wait for thee

When the quiet moon is rising

By the ever-sounding sea,

While the golden stars are shining,

Mary, I will wait for thee.

When the folded flowers are sleeping,

Silent every bird and bee,

While the evening dews are weeping,

Mary, I will wait for thee.

When the light shines from the lattice,

Then I know thou'lt come to me;

And my heart beats high and gladly,

Mary, as I wait for thee.

Wherefore tarry, wherefore linger,

While I sigh so wearily?

Is not this our trysting hour?

Mary, come, I wait for thee!

Silence reigns o'er vale and woodland;

But the murmur of the sea

Breaks upon my ear so calmly,

Mary, as I wait for thee.

Who is this so lightly tripping

O'er the moonlit grassy lea?

Tis my loved one! 'tis my darling!

Mary, thou art come to me!