When I walk in the evening

When I walk in the evening

Through the dreaming forest,

Always beside me

Your loving image walks as well.

Is that not your white veil there?

Is that not your sweet face?

Or could it be just moonlight

Glinting through the gloomy pine trees?

Are these my own tears

That I hear flowing quietly?

Or could it actually be you,

Coming to weep beside me?