Softly goes, my song's entreaty, Thro' the night to thee.
In the silent woods I wait thee, come, my love, to me.
Tree tops slender sough and whisper in the moon light here.
In the moon light here.
No unfriendly ear shall listen, darling have no fear.
Darling have no fear.
Hark! The nightingales are singing, Ah, they plead with thee!
With their notes so sweet, so ringing, they would plead for me.
Well they know a lover's longing, Know the pain of love.
Know the pain of love.
With their silver toned voices tender hearts they move.
Tender hearts they move.
Ah, lets thine, as well, grow tender.
Sweetheart why so coy?
Anxious fever'd, I await thee.
Come and bring me joy
谢阅。