Morning greetings
Gustav Hasse
The sun is already climbing over the hills,
I hear the flock of lambs far away;
My darling, my love, my sunshine and joy,
I would like to see you one more time.
I look upward, searching,
"Farewell, my child, I travel from here!"
In vain! No curtain moves,
She is still asleep, and dreaming of me.