The window

Sweet maid, fair maid,

open the window

See, here we wait, the morn and I

Eager to greet

maiden so sweet

So shyly sweet,

so sweetly shy

Sweet maid, rare maid,

open the window,

See, here are roses for thy prize

Blooming and fair

with fragrance rare

All waiting for thy sunny eyes.

Sweet maid, dear maid,

open the window,

See here the rose newborn from sleep,

Look down and see

our gifts to thee

A rose to wear, a heart to keep.