Come, oh come! Night-winds are wooing
soft the vineyards on the shore.
Come, let's glide 'mid rock and ruin
to the music of the oar.
Luna's smile each charm enhances,
turning all to silver bright,
that she touches with her glances
or her finger's tip of light.
Oh, she with that magic wand
makes all round as Fairyland!
See, how fair, how wond'rous fair
in her beam the waters shine!
Moonlight's lovely ev'rywhere,
but loveliest, oh, loveliest on the Rhine!

Night-flow'rs elfin crowns are wreathing,
and the heart's night-flower too,
all its sweetest feelings breathing,
when the daylight bids adieu.
Dreamily the earth's reclining,
bath'd in moonshine, bath'd in bliss,
but a dearer spell is twining
round our souls in hours like this.
And another magic wand
turns all there to Fairyland!
Love's sweet spirits in the air,
filling, thrilling thine and mine!
Love is heav'nly ev'rywhere,
but heav'nliest, oh heav'nliest on the Rhine!