Under the Linden

Under the linden, by the heath,

there we made our bed;

there you might discover us,

breaking both flowers and grass

in the valley before the woods!

"Tandarei,"

the nightingale sang so sweetly.

I came out to the meadow;

and my sweetheart was already there.

He greeted me as a noble lady,

O what happiness that I saw him!

Did he offer me kisses? So many hours!

"Tandarei!"

See how red my lips are?

With frolicking banter, he quickly made

our resting-place rich with flowers;

Yes, quite a few giggle with full heart

to see him coming down the path with them.

He likes roses very much -

"Tandarei!"

see how he wreathes them about my head!

If anyone knew how long we stayed there,

I would be ashamed.

O would that no one knew what we

experienced here, just he and I...

and a little bird -

"Tandarei!"

- who will certainly keep a secret!