Softly through the night is calling,
Love, my song to thee.
Shades of night are swiftly falling. [bad word] to me!

In the moonlight gently swaying
Whispering leaves i hear;
No-one listens.
They are saying
"Fair one, do not fear".

Hark the nightingales are singing
Of my love for thee,
Thender greetings they are bringing,
Gently plead for me.

Dost thou hear the note of yearning,
In the bird's sweet song,
In the bird's sweet song?

Love, for thee my heart is burning,
And for thee I long!
And for thee I long.

Leave me not alone to sorrow,
Hear my song to [bad word] my love ere dawns the morrow,
Dawns the morrow, dawns the morrow... [bad word]  [bad word] to me!