Sing softly, softly, softly

Sing softly, softly, softly,

sing a whispered lullaby;

learn the melody from the moon,

which passes by so quietly in the heavens.

For in the Rhine now

the dear little children are sleeping;

only Amelya is awake,

weeping alone in the moonlight.

Sing a song as sweet and mild

as the spring upon the pebbles,

as the bees about the linden

hum, murmur, whisper, and trickle.