Purple fire glows in the distance,
Golden sinks the shining day,
One by one the stars of silver
Come awake in heaven's vault.
And the Queen who rules the day
Bows her head in slumbering;
Yet a wish to meet again,
T'is no parting, last farewell.

Earth so wide is veiled by shadows,
On the meadows settles night.
Now poor heart, may you grow quiet,
Whom the day has made fatigued!
O appear so dear and mild
In my dreaming, sweetest face.
Yet a wish to meet again,
T'is no parting, last farewell.

Ah, my teardrops trickle hotly,
Soon a feeling full of bliss,
Soon a painful anxious yearning
Which will break apart my heart.
Only dreams can bring it back,
Happy joys so quickly lost.
Yet a wish to meet again,
T'is no parting, last farewell.

When I watch the red sunset
And the sun then downward sinks,
All the misery I ponder
That already I've endured.
Ah, perhaps tomorrow morning
Will remove my ev'ry sorrow.
Thus consoled, I bid goodbye, 
T'is no parting, last farewell.