Fly, song
Victor Vreuls
Fly, song, wing your way to her
and tell her that in my faithful heart
a joyous ray shines forth and day is come!
Do you hear how gaiety, so long silent
and afraid, sings
like a lark
in the clear sky?
Fly, innocent song!
There are no vain regrets,
and she is welcome
after her long absence.