Mond ist aufgegangen, Der
The moon is fully risen,
And shineth o'er the sea;
And I embrace my darling,
Our hearts are swelling free.
In the arms of the lovely maiden
I lie alone on the strand; —
" What sounds in the breezes sighing?
Why trembles your white hand? "
" That is no breeze's sighing,
That is the mermaiden's song,
The singing of my sisters
Whom the sea hath drowned so long. "
And shineth o'er the sea;
And I embrace my darling,
Our hearts are swelling free.
In the arms of the lovely maiden
I lie alone on the strand; —
" What sounds in the breezes sighing?
Why trembles your white hand? "
" That is no breeze's sighing,
That is the mermaiden's song,
The singing of my sisters
Whom the sea hath drowned so long. "
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