How could I bear Ever to part from thee? Thee do I love, how well Thou canst not tell. I am of rest bereav'd, Thou hast my soul enslav'd, Nowhere I care to be, But, love, with thee. Blue is the flow'r we call "Forgetmenot"; This flow'r then take to thee, and think on me. Should hope and flow'r decay, Dare still on me to stay, Love with me cannot die, Thou may'st rely. Were I a bird, Soon would I be with thee, Braving the stormy sky, Swift would I fly But should the fowler's ball Reach me, and I must fall, Under thy loving eye Fain would I die.
https://primanota.net/franz-wilhelm-abt/turingian-volkslied-lyrics.htm