Из альбома: Barcarolle
Through the leaves, the night winds moving
Murmur low and sweet
To thy chamber window roving
Love hath led my feet
Silent prayers of blissful feeling
Link us though apart
Link us though apart
On the breath of music stealing
To thy dreaming heart
To thy dreaming heart
Moonlight on the earth is sleeping
Winds are rustling low
Where the darkling streams are creeping
Dearest let us go
All the stars keep watch in heaven
While I sing to thee
While I sing to thee
And the night for love is given
Dearest come to me
Dearest come to me
Sadly in the forest mourning
Wails the whippoorwill
And the heart for thee is yearning
Bid it love, be still
Bid it love, be still
Bid it love, be still