When my darling has her wedding-day

When my darling has her wedding-day,

her joyous wedding-day,

I will have my day of mourning!

I will go to my little room,

my dark little room,

and weep, weep for my darling,

for my dear darling!

Blue flower! Do not wither!

Sweet little bird - you sing on the green heath!

Alas, how can the world be so fair?

Chirp! Chirp!

Do not sing; do not bloom!

Spring is over.

All singing must now be done.

At night when I go to sleep,

I think of my sorrow,

of my sorrow!