The rapid stream

O streamlet, swiftly flowing,

Down through the cornfields going,

Stay thy course with me.

Stay thy course with me

For us the skylarks sing,

For us awakes the Spring;

There's time to spare, the earth is fair,

Why hurry to the sea?

The sky is bright above thee,

Silv'ry branches love thee,

Bending to the reeds;

Bending with the reeds;

No mill with busy wheel,

Or ship with ploughing keel,

With sad unrest disturbs thy breast,

Amid the flow'ry meads.

O streamlet, swiftly flowing,

Stay thy course with me,

There's time to spare, the earth is fair,

Why hurry to the sea?