Макс Брух - Morning Serenade, Opus 48 - текст песни (слова)

Fragrant winds are freshly blowing
 far resounding waters fall;
 O'er the lonely seacliffs going,
 Woodland voices sweetly call.
 
 Forms from dreamland, idly playing,
 with the early morning light,
 On the vine's young tendrils swaying,
 Touch thy window swift and light:
 
 Nearer come we, half in dreaming,
 And our voices thrill and tell
 All that rustles in the branches,
 All that spring time loves so well
 
 With the rosy dawn of morrow
 Have fluttered far away;
 But our tones of joy and sorrow 
 long within thy heart will stay.