Amanda

Around the full-blossomed boughs

Bees buzz, the westwind rustles;

In the thick rose-arbor

Coo the sweet turtledoves,

And the Balsam blossom's aroma

Fills all the Spring air.

See, by Zephirus set in motion,

See, how the waves ripple,

Tenderly the poplars rustle,

And a song of joy sounds

From the little chorus

From out of the blooming woods.

Might I under this linden

Might I find Amanda!

Then would I trade this wood and meadow

For no other paradise!

If only Amanda were here

Joy and happiness would be mine.