The violet

Sweet flower mine, my little bird.

I see you from my lonely shade.

No harm to thee I'd ever do!

t'would be a sin to sadden you:

and even had I but to stoop,

to pluck you I would never dare

and tob you of the sunny air,

beloved flower!

Sweet flower mein, my little bird.

I see you from my lonely shade.

If only I may look at you,

you may despise or frown on me.

I would not ever trouble you.

I want to gladden and rejoice

and breathe the same sunshiny air

as you, sweet flower!