From a song by Franz Shubert

Gently flow my distant song, Through the nightfall's tender throng, Down through this sweet encumbrance, To my darling, my sweet romance. Tender treetops whispering softly, In the moonlight's chilly stream, So, my darling, fearful traitor hostily, Shall ne'er be seen. You hear the nightingale calling? My, how flees you, she! By my tones enthralling,  Sweetheart, flee to me! You understand my bosom's visions, You know the pains of love, Sweeten with silver tones My heart like a dove. Let your breast be set in motion, Hear me, sweetheart dear! Trembling I await thy vision! Come, reward my devotion!