If in thy dreams thou hearest
Raps on the windowpane;
Then shall the wind say:
"Dearest! dearest! 'tis I, 'tis I,
Oh let me in! Thy lover is so shy of thee,
He sends the song, the kiss, by me,
Slumber sweet, darling dear, slumber!"

Dost wonder in thy dreaming
Why shines the light so clear?
Then will the moon bright beaming,
Say: "I, yes, I would enter here!
I come from one who watch doth keep,
And prays for thee while thou'rt asleep;
Slumber sweet darling dear, slumber."

If thro' thy dreams are ringing
Sweet echoes from the vale,
To thee a bird is singing, singing,
'Tis I, 'tis I, the nightingale!
Of love and longing will I sing,
Till dawn to thee good morrow bring,
Slumber sweet, darling dear, slumber!