When the silvery moon Shines through the flutt'ring leaves When her pale, drowsy light Over the field she throws And the nightingale warbles I go sadly o'er hill and vale.somewhere hid in the leaves Two softly cooing doves fill my heart with delightyet, do I turn away Turn to shadows that are darker In my eye is but one tearwhere Oh vision whose smile streams like the rosy dawn Through the depths of my soul, where On this earth are you?in my eye is but one tear It burns me Burns upon my cheek
