Don't let the roses listen
Don't let the night star wink,
Don't let the dewdrops glisten
Whilst I tell thee of whom I think.

I will whisper softly, lowly,
Not e'en zephyr self shall hear
Echo shall not catch a murmur
To tell the babbling streamlet near,

Stars would show the sweet rose blushing
Zephyr comes with gentle sighs
Quickly steals the cherish'd secret
Then to other loves he flies.

Echo hears the faintest murmur
Whispers I will never tell.
But the world will soon discover
The name I love so well.

Don't let the roses listen,
Don't let the night star wink,
Don't let the dewdrops glisten,
Whilst I say 'tis of thee I think.