The lonely girl

Would it were dark, I would lie in the wood,

in the wood it rustles so gently;

With it's coat of stars

Night covers me there.

There come the brooks

if I am yet asleep?

I don't sleep, by a long way I attend

to the nightingales.

When the treetops wave above me,

they resound all night.

Those are the thoughts in the heart -

They sing when no one is left awake.