Dear sweetheart, lay your hand on my heart
Joseph Hellmesberger, jun.
Dear sweetheart, lay your hand on my heart; -
ah, do you hear the hammering inside?
inside there lives a carpenter, wicked and evil:
he's building my coffin.
He hammers and pounds by day and by night;
it has been a long time since I could sleep.
Ah, hurry, Mister Carpenter,
finish so that I can sleep.