Marie, am Fenster sitzest du,
Du liebes, süßes Kind,
Und siehst dem Spiel der Blüthen zu,
Verweht im Abendwind.
Der Wandrer, der vorüber geht,
Er lüftet fromm den Hut.
Du bist ja selbst, wie ein Gebet,
So fromm, so schön, so gut.
Die Blumenaugen seh'n empor
Zu deiner Augen Licht!
Die schönste Blum' im Fensterflor
Ist doch dein Angesicht.
Ihr Abendglocken, grüßet sie
Mit süßer Melodie!
O brech' der Sturm die Blume nie,
Und nie dein Herz, Marie!
Composition:
Set to music by Adolf Jensen (1837 - 1879), "Marie", subtitle: "Hohes Lied vom Weibe", op. 1 (Sechs Lieder) no. 2, published 1858 [ voice and piano ], Breslau, Leuckart
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Marie, you sit at the window,
You dear sweet child,
And watch the playing of the blossoms,
Scattered by the evening wind.
The wanderer who walks by,
He lifts his hat devoutly.
For, like a prayer, you are yourself
So saintly, so lovely, so good.
The eyes of the flowers look up
To the light of your eyes!
But the loveliest blossom in the
Flowery profusion round the window is your face.
Ye evening bells, greet her
With sweet melodies!
Oh may the storm never break the flower,
And never break your heart, Marie!
