Then come to the lattice, love, hither and see,
Where waits the gondola, swift-gliding and free.
The moon is uprising in glorious light,
Her beams on the waters are trembling and bright;
Then haste to thy lattice, love, hither and see,
Where waits the gondola, swift-gliding and free.
Not a cloud is above, nor a wave here below,
All is quiet and still, save the river’s soft flow;
Oh! come to thy lattice, love, hither and see,
Where waits the gondola, swift-gliding and free.