I passed by your window

M. Brahe

I passed by your window

When the morning was red,

The dew on the rosebud,

The lark overhead,

And oh! I sang softly,

Though no one could hear,

To bid you good morning,

Good morning, my dear.

I passed by your window

In the cool of the night,

The lilies were watching

So still and so white,

And oh! I sang softly,

Though no one was near,

Good-night and God bless you,

God bless you my dear!